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"Old Ancestor, the human race has occupied so much of our land. What's wrong with me taking a few of their pretty clothes?" The young woman named "Cui'er" pouted and protested, "We're just here to gather intelligence anyway. In my opinion, apart from having numbers, humans are awfully weak. The entire street is full of rookies."
Rookies—those who can fly but don't fly far, easily caught and turned into dishes.
"Not so weak." The Green Phoenix Demon Emperor's eyes were heavy with thought. "In my impression, Dry Country was a budding power of the human race, with most mortals as frail as ants. But take a look at the aura of the humans filling this street…"
"Aren't most only Level Two? Uh-huh~ Level Three and Level Four don't seem that rare either." As Cui'er's mighty God Sense swept across, surprise flickered in her eyes. "Eh, there's a Level Five human in that inn, and another Level Five just appeared at the end of the street!"
