1590: Untitled

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Chieftain Senal cried out and tried to stop Emperor Wu's near suicidal attempt.1

However, Emperor Wu was surprisingly calm.

"The roast meat is very nice. It's full of color, fragrance and taste. Chieftain, would you like to try some?" Emperor Wu handed him a skewer of meat.

Although that was a question, Emperor Wu was already stuffing the meat into Chieftain Senal's hands.

He wasn't asking for his opinion. It was a plain statement.

Chieftain Senal's heart sank.

Emperor Wu pressed harder when he saw him hesitate. "Come. Try one. It's really good."

Emperor Wu was the ruler of the empire, and Chieftain Senal was his subject, so of course he had to follow the order.

Fighting back his fear, Chieftain Senal took some meat with trembling fingers and stuffed it into his mouth despite his fear of death.

He wolfed it down in one bite.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Emperor Wu chuckled.

Chieftain Senal smiled wryly. He didn't know much about the taste, because he was too nervous to taste anything. However —

"Why do I feel a streak of spiritual essence rushing up from my belly?" Chieftain Senal thought he was mistaken.

Emperor Wu laughed and said, "Try again."

Chieftain Senal ate some more.

"Wait, I feel the spiritual essence again!" Chieftain Senal's eyes lit up.

When he reached out to get some more, Emperor Wu told the chief steward, "You can put it away."

The chief steward, who had been holding the plate with both hands, reacted quickly.

Thus, when Chieftain Senal reached for it again, his grip closed on empty air.

"Your Majesty —" Chieftain Senal looked at Emperor Wu in bewilderment. "Be more generous and give me another one."

Chieftain Senal was anxious because he could clearly feel the spiritual energy inside him moving after he ate the meat. He had been stuck at a bottleneck for so long and hadn't felt this way in a long time!

He had a feeling that if he could have more meat, he might be able to make a breakthrough!

Emperor Wu shook his head. "No, I can't give it to you."

Chieftain Senal grabbed Emperor Wu's sleeve anxiously. "Why not? You have a whole plate there. There are ten skewers of them at least!"

Emperor Wu shook his head. "No, I can't part with them."

Chieftain Senal was befuddled.

He had been stuck at his current level for so long. He had now seen a chance, but it was taken away abruptly.

He wouldn't feel so anxious if the opportunity had disappeared on its own. The problem was that he still had a chance, and it was right in front of his eyes!

"Your Majesty —" Chieftain Senal was very worried, but Emperor Wu teased him deliberately. Crossing his hands behind his back, the emperor shook his head proudly.

As he shook his head, Emperor Wu thought to himself that little Feng Wu really was a genius.

Even if she were a good-for-nothing who had no spiritual essence, with her cooking skills alone, she could rise to a high status and enjoy long-lasting fame.

Emperor Wu had to admit that Feng Wu had made him proud several times already since their arrival on the Senal Grassland.

Seeing how stingy Emperor Wu was, Chieftain Senal was frustrated. He quickly looked around.

There —

He immediately saw that there were four skewers left on the grill.

Master Chu and Master Bai might have said that they were checking for poison, but judging by the looks on their faces, they were clearly enjoying themselves.

"Stop, stop —" The rotund Chieftain Senal quickly ran toward them.

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