The masked woman remained motionless at first, the Demonic Bloodstone held tightly in her hand. With her tribe also known for its ferocity and suspicion, she was convinced that it was a trick. A spiritual illusion meant to ensnare them. Of course, even she was gradually getting lured in with that aromatic spice as well. It made her recall the days before her Rite of Crimson Skin.
But with her pride as the leader of their group, she couldn't simply give in.
"Halt. Don't do anything." She called out. Her tribespeople listened to her but with much difficulty to restrain themselves.
The enticement brought by the noodles' aroma was too much. Their stomachs had started grumbling loudly, a chorus of discontent that echoed across the quiet ridge.
Lin Mo and the rest who were watching them through the feed found the scene amazing.
"Look at her Boss. She's holding out," Xiaoyu chirped with a mischievous grin. "It was now pride versus noodles. The ultimate showdown."
