"Demons, demons?!"
Wang Qizheng was startled and exclaimed, "Big Senior Brother, are you saying there are demons here?"
Off to the side, Gongming Yue, who had been savoring the meat soup with delight, was still marveling at how delicious it was. As someone who had practiced cultivation for many years, he could actually taste the freshness and richness of the soup, and what was more astonishing was the warmth that spread through his body after it reached his stomach—a rarity indeed.
He had been to the Central Plains before and knew that this land treated everyone the same. However, he had been very cautious back then, not daring to eat indiscriminately, sticking to elixirs, and if he noticed anything amiss, he would go back.
He had never had such an experience; the warmth made him even recall some moments from his time as a mortal, when he was an ignorant youth with a handful of close friends, all cultivating together, swearing to freely roam the world. Later on...
