Although Xiao Qiang was a cultivator, and even more so, a cultivator with a strong resistance to poison, he never thought about the limitless creativity of humans.
Eldest Miss Miao did indeed cook herself, unfortunately, she did not employ any assistants but actively prepared a meal herself, incorporating various types of chillies, peppercorns, and salt.
Everything was self-explanatory.
After eating a bite, Xiao Qiang promptly made it clear that under no circumstances should the Miss be allowed to cook again. If he were to consume more of her dishes, even a Nascent Soul cultivator might face a sad end.
Xiao Qiang still wanted to pursue the supreme path of cultivation and did not fancy dying.
At night, a starless night, on the main street, neon lights flickered and lamps shone brightly.
