As Zhao Yi pondered whether the barrier of the New World formed first or the citizens of Great Xia were struck to death first, the Golden-haired Monkey had already completed the preliminary preparations and was directing the small venomous creatures to steam the sorghum with a large fire.
Beside him, Gold Behemoth was following suit.
Perhaps knowing it couldn't return, or possibly finding the New World's environment much better than the Half-Beastman World, the Gold Behemoth named Mengka became extremely docile.
Not only did it obey Zhao Yi's every word, even Little Jin could point at its nose and curse at it profanely.
Such a scene was unimaginable in the past.
With the might of a Gold Behemoth, it wouldn't need a finger, just a breath could take half of Little Jin's life.
Little Jin watched as Gold Behemoth skillfully refreshed the giant stone pot, then imitated its actions to rinse the sorghum. Its small monkey eyes, as big as green beans, widened in surprise.
