Hundred Households Zhou couldn't help but exclaim, standing up.
But in the next moment, he noticed something unusual.
Life had nearly ceased just now, teetering on the brink.
But now there was flesh strength, and the injuries were gradually recovering.
He was stunned for a moment, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the stewed meat in the bowl.
"That is the flesh and blood of the Elephant Ancestor, an ancient evil that has slept through the ages, at least a worldly peak powerhouse breaking through the Nine Heavens!"
Little White Ape glanced at him, saying, "A bowl of meat is enough to stabilize your injuries, yet you spilled half the bowl..."
Without another word, Hundred Households Zhou lay on the ground, frantically stuffing the dusty and sand-laden stewed meat into his mouth.
"It seems our luck is unfortunate, unexpectedly encountering a Saint Master who was crowned on three lists simultaneously."
