When Ji Feixue visited Fang Xi's Dongfu again, her mindset was entirely different.
Last time, Fang Xi had been just another cultivator in the middle stage of Integration like her.
But this time, Fang Xi had become one of the 'Five Sons of Human Race,' one of the five most powerful figures under the Mahayana monks of the human race.
In her demeanor, there was an inevitable trace of reverence.
Not until she saw Fang Xi, with disheveled hair, sitting cross-legged in the bamboo forest in front of a black flame roasting meat, did Ji Feixue smile, adjusting her mindset.
On the roasting rack, a piece of meat was being cooked, golden brown and dripping with oil, emanating an inviting aroma.
More importantly, was there a hint of sandalwood scent amidst the aroma?
"Ji, you've had a hard time setting up the array. How about trying this roasted meat?"
