Chapter 2770: You still dare to flip the table?

After arriving at the Fire Room's backyard, everything was already set up; it wasn't extravagant, but it was clearly done with care.

Pearls of night light surrounded the courtyard, bright even at night; the white jade round table and cushioned chairs all showed Ye Zhangqing's thoughtfulness.

However, the eight people of the Charcoal Snake Tribe clearly wore expressions of deep reluctance.

They were indeed reluctant; they hadn't planned to see Ye Zhangqing, let alone attend the banquet.

Eating? Eating a damn meal? They had no intention of talking to you humans; they'd just give a few perfunctory words and be done—eating shit.

If it weren't for the Iron Peak Clan Chief's firm demand, those eight wouldn't have come at all.

They came, but they had no intention of eating.

In that case, let's just lay everything out today and leave tomorrow.

That's exactly what the eight of the Charcoal Snake Tribe think.

So, upon arriving at the Fire Room's backyard, facing the enthusiastic greetings of the Iron Peak Tribe elders, they merely went through the motions absentmindedly.

Even the chief elder said it with utter indifference.

"What's there to be busy about? Just come out and say a couple of sentences and it's done."

These words were meant for Ye Zhangqing, who was still busy in the Fire Room: whoever wants to eat, stop wasting effort; if you have something to say, say it quickly; if you have a fart, let it out quickly.

Hearing this, the faces of the Iron Peak Tribe elders present turned a bit odd, but they couldn't say much more, so they forced the few to sit down and be pacified.

In the courtyard, two tables were set up; needless to say, one was requested by the Iron Peak Tribe elders this afternoon.

As for that, the Iron Peak Clan Chief understood the situation but said nothing more, simply sitting down with the eight of the Charcoal Snake Tribe and waiting for Ye Zhangqing to serve the dishes.

Not long after, exquisite dishes were brought out one after another; the aroma needless to say, left the eight of the Charcoal Snake Tribe stunned for a moment.

This taste looks good.

But soon, after the chief elder gave a glance, he quickly composed himself.

The warning in his gaze was already clear: don't forget why you're here; a few dishes shouldn't make you lose face.

The chief elder of the Charcoal Snake Tribe didn't know how fragrant these dishes were, because he had lost his sense of smell completely from an injury in his youth.

So relying solely on smell, he couldn't detect anything; at most, he could tell they looked fine.

Thus, he wasn't affected by the aroma.

His subordinates wanted to remind him, but now was obviously not the time, as the Iron Peak Tribe people were watching nearby.

Besides, even if they reminded him, the elder probably wouldn't believe them.

Seeing that the dishes had been served, the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder sat there composed, while someone on the Iron Peak Tribe side frowned.

"What's going on, this old thing has such great composure?"

"He can't smell this aroma?"

Everyone wasn't familiar with this elder, and his lack of sense of smell was a secret unknown to those not close to him.

Besides, who would think to mention one's sense of smell in daily life? You can't tell just by looking.

For a moment, the Iron Peak Tribe elders felt that this old fellow's composure was amazing, practically heaven-defying.

Being able to remain expressionless in front of Ye Zhangqing's cooking is outrageous.

Even Ye Zhangqing, who had just finished, was taken aback seeing the elder sitting calmly with a composed expression.

Has my cooking skill failed? No way; today's dishes are all made with my own effort, done carefully.

The aroma is even stronger than usual; there's no reason for there to be no reaction at all.

Even Ye Zhangqing was made to doubt himself by this old thing; this seems to be the first time such a situation has occurred.

And as Ye Zhangqing took his seat, the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder spoke bluntly without beating around the bush.

"Human brat, no need for small talk; I don't know what happened between you and the Iron Peak Tribe, nor am I interested. The Iron Peak Tribe letting you go is your luck, but my Charcoal Snake Tribe is different."

"Those humans, having trespassed into the Barbarian God Tribe Divine Realm and now fallen into our hands, whether they live or die is entirely our Charcoal Snake Tribe's affair. I came today solely to give the Iron Peak Clan Chief face; there's nothing else to discuss."

These words, translated by the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon beside him, Ye Zhangqing naturally understood.

He shut down the conversation right away, giving no chance; Ye Zhangqing's face sank slightly.

From the chief elder's attitude, Ye Zhangqing saw that the Charcoal Snake Tribe probably had no intention to talk at all; they were just here to save face.

After this trip, going back to kill those humans again, even the Iron Peak Tribe couldn't say anything.

Moreover, as soon as the elder spoke, he framed the matter as the Charcoal Snake Tribe's private affair, giving Ye Zhangqing no chance to interject.

After waiting for him to finish, Ye Zhangqing paused, then spoke calmly.

"Senior, we can discuss these matters later; today you've come from afar, I've prepared a modest cup of wine—let's eat first, as a modest welcome to wash away your dust."

Although the Charcoal Snake Tribe was adamant and gave no opening, Ye Zhangqing didn't close off the conversation completely.

No matter what, let's eat first and see how things go; maybe a bite of food will turn things around.

Upon hearing this, the other seven Charcoal Snake Tribe members couldn't help but swallow, their eyes full of fervor.

Only that elder remained, his face grim, unmoved.

Ye Zhangqing frowned, wondering how this old fellow could have such composure.

What a spread of big dishes—you didn't smell a hint of aroma? Show some reaction.

However, the next second brought something Ye Zhangqing hadn't expected.

Only see the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder, after hearing those words, a flash of contempt in his eyes, he snorted coldly and said.

"Eat? I'll eat shit; who cares?"

Saying that, he grabbed and flipped the whole White Jade Table onto the ground, the dishes naturally scattering everywhere.

This scene came without any warning; even the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't expect that this old thing would, without a word, flip the table as soon as he said he would.

He had just picked up his chopsticks, intending to take a bite, and this table of dishes had several items he hadn't even tried yet.

But now, only the hand holding the chopsticks flailed in the wind, while the whole table of delicious food was ruined.

The Iron Peak Clan Chief turned his head, looking at the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder with a complex expression; for some reason, he felt this old man looked like he was seeking death, as if he already had a death wish.

However you look at it, it's displeasing; the elder of the Charcoal Snake Tribe was completely unaware, he swept the table aside, looked at Ye Zhangqing with a provocative expression, and said coldly.

"How about it, still eating? You're not even worthy to sit at the same table and eat with me."