C1510 The Prince's Hope

There were even fish on the table. Fish as big as their bodies were emitting a fresh fishy smell.

Mel took his mufei's hand and, with a few strides, grabbed it in front of him. He couldn't wait to rip off a handful of fish.

The fresh meat was surprisingly tender and delicious. While the Feathered Race were gorging themselves on it, Lin Feng was watching from the side