Under Qingfeng Zhenren's watchful gaze,
Shen Yi quietly finished the remainder of Chen Zhong's beef along with his own portion.
The medicinal properties contained within the delicacies were absorbed by the Dao Infant, and the true essence of the Demon Emperor's flesh transformed into twelve drops of demon blood and were gathered into the Qi Sea.
He set down his chopsticks.
His expression had already returned to normal.
It had to be said that the information given by Wutong Mountain had indeed disrupted Shen Yi's plans.
There was even the impulse to return to the Great Qian immediately.
To Shen Yi, the current importance of the Great Qian was self-evident; it was equivalent to a fundamental base.
Once Jiuzhou collapsed, without the support of sufficient Incense Willpower,
the Golden Body would be unable to progress an inch, and if it were damaged, the injury would be permanent and utterly irreparable by any means.
