"After all, I paid a huge price for it. Even if it's useless, I'm dragging it back to grind the mill every day," Yun Que said.
"Don't look at how thin and ugly it is; it's much better than that Steppes-Treader," the voice of the demon soul came from within.
"How is it better? Is its meat better than Steppes-Treader's? When we get back, I'll have a taste," Yun Que said angrily.
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