Bab 218: Long Whisker Dragon

Lein then sat on the chair and lifted a piece of roasted meat to his mouth. The smoky and savory aroma immediately filled his nose. As his teeth bit into the meat, the soft juices burst on his tongue, leaving a salty and slightly sweet taste that made him pause, savoring every chew. 

"Um... delicious." 

Chewing slowly, he leaned back in the chair, making himself as comfortable as possible. 

After finishing his bite of venison, he grabbed a bottle of fruit juice from the table and took a few sips. 

The cold, refreshing liquid flowed down his throat, leaving a subtle sweetness in his mouth. Slowly, he lowered the bottle and took a deep breath. 

"Delightful..." Lein sighed in satisfaction. 

His previously joyful expression now twisted slightly as if something intriguing had crossed his mind. 

Through the vision of one of his clones, Lein noticed something captivating.