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Several months later.
By the Blackwater Demon Lake.
Li Hao hauled up a fish demon of the Eighth Layer of Zhou Tian Realm, casually drew his sword to slay it, then set up a cauldron over a fire to cook.
Scaling, skinning, deboning—his movements were as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water.
This time, without adding spicy peppers, he prepared a nourishing soup, tossing in some wild mushrooms to cook together.
The rich mushroom aroma drifted out with the steam from the edge of the iron lid, making the two elders fishing by the lake sniff the air and cast occasional glances.
As Li Hao announced, "Let's eat," the two elders materialized beside the cauldron like phantoms, each already holding their own eating utensils—a pair of exquisite jade chopsticks and a pair of rough ones made from tree twigs—simultaneously diving into the pot.
"Tsk, tsk, not bad!"
Li Muxiu slurped up a slice of fish and gave Li Hao a thumbs up.
