As nightfall descended, Lu Yuan and Conch relished the local gourmet food, a kind of dried cheese with a pleasant taste, a rich dairy flavor, and a unique sweetness.
They also sipped fresh sheep's milk, sliding over the tongue like silk, tasting initially like morning dew upon fresh grass, followed by a rich, milky aroma.
Oh, this stuff is pretty good!
Observing the weak Snow Sheep Clan, the highest-ranking warrior was only Level 4. In the martial spirit-rich Northern Territory, probably constant offerings of wool granted them cultivation resources.
"We come from the Lücao Trading Market, just two sociologists."
"It's nothing major, just observing the local customs before we leave."
"The nobles' sheep milk is quite good. I wonder how much it costs?"
The fame of humans, a name alone could overshadow a race.
Even the Snow Sheep Clan knew nothing of who Lu Yuan was, yet they treated him with utmost respect, going as far as to offer anything he desired...
