After the ceremony ended, Wu Yue followed the Snow Tiger Witch down from the sacrificial altar. On both sides of the clearing, wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged.
The members of the Yan Yan Tribe and Scorpion Tribe sitting at the tables stared at food the likes of which they had never seen before. As they smelled the enticing aromas, they felt saliva uncontrollably pool in their mouths.
Taking in their expressions, which looked as if they wanted to devour the tables themselves, the Snow Tiger Witch felt a surge of pride. "The ceremony has ended, and the trade meet will begin tomorrow. Welcome, everyone, to our Snow Tiger Tribe. The food on the tables was all carefully prepared by the females of our tribe. Please, have a taste."
No one paid any mind to what the Snow Tiger Witch said before that, but her final words—"have a taste"—went straight to their hearts.
