The Ghostly Trace Divine Hand was exceptionally angry at the moment, looking at those two disappointing disciples, utterly vexed.
Look at them, they were won over by these things, it was enough to make him die of anger.
However, his two disciples seemed completely oblivious to their master's nasty face and excitedly suggested, "Master, why don't we roast the meat for lunch! Leave some to dry and make into cured meat, otherwise, it won't keep well and could spoil."
The Ghostly Trace Divine Hand glared fiercely and shouted irritably, "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating."
Ordinarily, when they saw the master, they were as nervous as mice seeing a cat.
But now that their little junior sister had returned, the situation was entirely different.
Though their master wore a sour face, he might very well be delighted inside.
