At this moment, Zhao Di's face was extremely grim. He wished he could skin Li Zhoujun alive, but unfortunately, he wasn't a match for this infuriating fellow.

"But I don't have any chickens here," Zhao Di said earnestly to Li Zhoujun.

At this point, Zhao Di really wanted to cry.

To think that he, a dignified seventh-grade Saint, was here discussing whether or not there were chickens—what a sin!