Next, the Bull Demon King began eating his noodles and drinking the soup. He wolfed everything down, occasionally mumbling, "Delicious, delicious."
"This beef isn't bad. Got a nice kick to it. It must be a Rank Two Bull Spirit," the Bull Demon King said, identifying it with a single bite. He was surprisingly calm and composed.
Tu Xiao'an had wanted to see the Colorful Bull squirm, but he didn't get the reaction he'd hoped for. Puzzled, he asked, "Do you know where this beef came from?"
"Of course. It's one of my subordinates, a Bull Demon," the Bull Demon King replied, continuing to eat.
"Your own subordinate was made into noodle soup, and you're eating it. Don't you feel even a little conflicted?"
The Bull Demon King paused. "What's there to be conflicted about? As long as it's delicious, it's fine. Although I'm a bull, I have to admit that beef tastes fantastic, especially the awakened kind."
