These unaffiliated cultivators were used to being free and undisciplined. Even though they had elected the so-called alliance leader, Steward, and the others, they were not particularly obedient. Their thoughts were very simple. If worst came to worst, they could just go back, it was not like they had to go fight against the nightmare clan.
Moreover, Feng Zhi was only a middle-level steward in the unaffiliated cultivator alliance. Therefore, even when they saw him coming over, the garlic nose and San Jiaoyan were not afraid. Instead, they raised their voices:
“Manager Feng, you came at the right time. Look at the food made by Leng Xiao Jiu. Isn’t this too bad? “So we applied to switch with them. We will cook for the seniors of the first team, and they will cook for the people of the third team.”