The shopkeeper served wine and meat.
After having been hungry for the entire journey, everyone ate heartily, but they exercised more restraint with the wine.
At this critical juncture, they clearly didn't want to cause any trouble.
Mo Hua received a small bowl of Spiritual Meat, nibbling on it while deep in thought.
"Two hours..."
"Who's coming?"
"If it's a Golden Core, I guess I won't be able to get away; if it's Foundation Establishment, it'll also be quite troublesome once their numbers increase..."
"It seems I need to start planning ahead..."
Mo Hua took a bite of the meat, then slammed the bowl down and frowned, "This tastes terrible..."
The other Cultivators all turned to look, their gazes unfriendly.
"Kid, what are you making a fuss about?"
Mo Hua said, "The meat tastes terrible, it's poorly made, not even as good as what I can make..."
The stout shopkeeper was furious, "Nonsense, this is a skill passed down from my ancestors!"
