"Especially that last member of the Feathered Tribe, it's just one step away from developing its own consciousness."
The old man with three strands of hair rubbed his big head, expressing his curiosity.
"Why all the dithering? Just eat him up. There's no way the two of us can't handle someone who's just entered the Holy Kingdom."
The grass-eating llama gulped the dirt straight into its stomach.
"Let's wait and see. I'm not quite sure myself. Anyway, there've been lots of recently entered living beings in God's Country. Let's find a safer one to eat."
The old man touched his three strands of hair and shook his head.
They had followed Ethan Smith for some distance, including the scene where he killed that fowl.
This left the big-headed old man feeling uneasy, as if this living being wasn't as easy to handle as others.
In another place, three members of the demon race suddenly appeared.
