"Haha, Old Tu, I must thank you again for the Dragon Crystal. Without it, my breakthrough to Minor Perfection might very well have failed."
Wang Meng said. He had encountered plenty of enemies on his journey, but he had also received help from many friends.
Tu Mu smiled faintly. "Come, have a taste of my handiwork today."
Tu Mu set up a grill. "You're in for a real treat. This is a Celestial Wing Beast—incredibly delicious and a rare sight."
Wang Meng had never heard of a Celestial Wing Beast, but since Tu Mu mentioned it, it had to be something good.
"Old Tu, how old are you?"
As the aroma wafted over, Wang Meng found himself growing restless with anticipation.
Tu Mu thought for a moment. "I can't quite remember. Over eight hundred years, I suppose. Time doesn't hold much meaning for us."
"You didn't come all this way just to treat me to a meal, did you?" Wang Meng laughed, deciding to get straight to the point. Tu Mu had helped him immensely.
