Chapitre 1797: Planning

Days passed in a flash, and soon, it was the eve prior to the day their Baymardian guests had to leave. 

Many people had different emotions, some deep, some shallow. 

The eve was as grand as expected.

Their music, dance, battle prowess display and beating drums made the Baymardians stand and clap in amazement. 

Bravo! Bravo! 

It was always awesome to watch traditional dances and entertainment from others. 

"Damn, their mask dance is amazing. Just how did that girl break a watermelon with her thighs mid-air?" 

"Wow! I wonder what those white paw print marks on their chest mean. Why do I feel like it makes their men look more sexy? Well, in the first place, they have good bodies." 

Both Baymardian men and women agreed on this matter. 

How good-looking and well-built the people here were. It almost seemed as though they were highly favored by the heavens compared to any other place in the world.