The rice must be special, but now, they had all lost the desire to explore further.
Zhang Fei Xuan was somewhat dazed, staring fixedly at Wang Qi Zheng, who bore a face full of fury as he brandished his axe to cleave the heavens.
"Third Elder, you…"
"The rice from the Food Tower!"
Wang Qi Zheng spread his hand, and the smooth rice grains trickled from his palm like tiny pearls, falling from his hand and striking the carved beams of the roof underfoot.
No matter how hard he tried, these pearl-like grains of rice remained unscathed.
It was not that his strength was insufficient, but rather because the rice was special.
"This is the rice from the Food Tower, I know it, the rice from the Food Tower!"
Wang Qi Zheng clenched his teeth and said, word by word, "I originally thought that only the meat was problematic, but it turns out that's not the case. This kind of rice... is also problematic!"
Could Dayan have a connection with Da Zhao's Food Tower?
