"Hmm??" Jing Shu frowned. What did this mean? She sized up the old man; his bones seemed quite robust. Could it be that he had set his sights on the fat chicken?
That seemed unlikely, though. Tan Ke was someone she knew well enough to be certain that anyone who would reveal information about the fat chicken wouldn't be looking to take advantage. Besides, from a species valuation perspective, an old mother hen was worth less than a lion-headed goose. And in terms of battle pets, Tan Ke was also well aware that the fat chicken wasn't just for laying eggs; it definitely couldn't be traded away.
