"No worries, I see that Peculiar-Eyed Scale Pheasants are quite common. If we don't have enough to eat, we can just catch more later." Lan Wanyi smacked her lips, already indulging in thoughts of the future, "Anyway, the strongest ones only reach Level Six, and the tender chicks aren't even Level Four, making them easy to catch."
It's a pity they're not social creatures; otherwise, we could grab a whole bunch at once, making it even more satisfying to eat.
As they spoke, Wang Licui had already taken out a small notebook from her storage ring and started writing in it meticulously.
What is she writing this time?
Zhang Huaibing was curious when he saw this.
He was a latecomer to this group, knowing far less about Wang Licui than the other two. Unable to contain his curiosity, he leaned over for a peek.
