Bo Yikao?
Song Lin caught sight of the strikingly heroic man before him and immediately understood who he was.
If his guess was right, this must be King Wen's eldest son, Bo Yikao.
The man was being escorted by guards, yet his expression showed no trace of panic.
"Is this the head chef? Apologies, but could you cut him open from the back, extract the finest meat, and make patties for offering to the divinities?"
The two burly martial artists beside him spoke.
Their heads were adorned with ram horns, and legends said they carried the bloodline of the Xiezhi, able to distinguish between loyalty and treachery.
"Me? Why me?"
Song Lin felt puzzled. Human sacrifices were typically prepared by wizards; why would a mere cook like himself be tasked with it?
"The wizard offended the queen and got dismissed. You kill chickens and slaughter sheep on a regular basis—I figured it's not much different."
