Hao Ren slowly stood up, plucking up his courage to take some beast meat from his storage sack.
Basically, every cultivator's storage sack would have some food, mainly to be prepared for emergencies.
He lifted the meat and then tossed it toward the quasi-flood dragon.
The quasi-flood dragon remained unmoved.
He threw a few more pieces, but still there was no response.
"It's no use, Brother Yiye..." Hao Ren's forehead dripped with sweat.
Lu Ye let out a soft sigh and said, "Brother Hao, you guys go first. It's been staring at me and probably won't bother with you."
"But what about you?"
"I have my own ways of escape."
After a moment of hesitation, Hao Ren gritted his teeth and said, "Then you be careful, Brother Yiye."
As he spoke, he signaled Hao Qing with his eyes, and the siblings tiptoed away.