Divine Realm, Hundred Thousand Mountains
On a long wooden table on the island.
The soup base of the hotpot kept boiling under the burning flames, and waves of fragrance floated out from it.
As the fragrance entered their noses, everyone present felt that the flow of true essence in their bodies had become much smoother.
Just the smell alone could cause such an effect. At this moment, everyone was staring at the hotpot on the table.
"Everyone, don't be anxious!"
Xiao Changtian was sitting in the middle of the crowd, holding a spoon in his hand as he helped everyone scoop the soup and put the meat in.
Lin Changfeng saw Xiao Changtian's expression and understood why he was so respected by everyone.
Senior's state of mind was not something he could compare to.
He was strong, but he did not put on airs. He was gentle to others and even did these things himself.