Lü Zhong chuckled, not minding in the slightest.
After all, it was something any man would be proud of.
Just then, a handmaiden approached, holding a pile of letters.
Lü Zhong read them one by one. They were all letters of gratitude.
He had gotten so sick of eating Flood Dragon Meat a while back that he'd had no choice but to give some of it away. He distributed portions to all the cultivators of the Bihai Sect and the upper echelons of the Chengde Commerce Association.
'What else could I do? It was a Hundred Feet Giant Flood Dragon, after all.'
Excluding the parts used for artifact refining materials, the remaining offal, along with the good and bad cuts of meat, weighed tens of thousands of pounds. Eating that much would be enough to mentally scar anyone.
He figured it was better to give away some of the scraps to win over their loyalty.
And now the results were in: the loyalty of the beneficiaries had increased significantly.
