Wang Jixuan:...
Why does the Daoist actually feel a bit moved?
Recalling something, he turned and ran to the corner, pulled out a chunk of emerald Blade Beast thigh from the cooling box, and dashed to the outdoor workshop.
Ms. Wan asked in astonishment, "What is Xiao Wang doing with a piece of Blade Beast meat?"
"Hmm?"
Despite her confusion, Lingtong was somewhat accustomed to it.
"Ms. Wan, don't worry about him, his nickname shouldn't be Black Storm... it should be 'Incredible'.
"Just relax, it's not like he's going to roast the Blade Beast meat to eat."
Ms. Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe he needs it for forging the Demon-breaking Dagger or something..."
Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of chopping frozen meat came from outside, and Wan Xiaoqi stopped what she was doing, curious, and ran over to watch the fun.
Soon, Wan Xiaoqi let out a shriek, "You can't roast it like that! It'll explode!"
Lingtong threw down her chopsticks and jumped over with a twist of her head.
