Wang Zhan cracked a smile and quickly made his way to Ye Chen, scooping up the food and starting to eat.
Although the flatbread Ye Chen had sent over was quite bland, it was better than nothing.
Old Mao stood motionless to the side.
He calmly watched Ye Chen for a while before asking, "What's the combat strength of the beasts in the Beast Tides that come here?"
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and then said, "I have no idea of their true strength."
"What a bunch of useless fellows." Old Mao turned his face away, grumbling under his breath, "I knew it. You lot are nothing but a burden."
Ye Chen immediately lowered his head in embarrassment but did not respond.
They could also tell that Old Mao's combat strength was way out of their league.
Noticing the atmosphere growing awkward, Wang Zhan quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Alright, stop complaining. If you're so formidable, tell us how strong you are."
