The black pot shone. A great golden winged Peng appeared, surging with golden light as it hovered about. As it emitted a rumbling sound, it sounded as if the deities themselves were chanting!
The great Peng’s body was bright as it scattered down silky streaks. They were golden symbols, completely submerging this area.
A wave of rich fragrance gushed out. The golden chunks emitted a precious splendor, and the medicinal smell of Lion’s Mane mushrooms, Scarlet Orchids, and Snow Jade Ginsengs wafted through the air. The soup was extremely concentrated, its appearance sparkling and translucent.
This was already no longer purely a culinary delicacy, but was instead a stove of precious medicine. It could easily make any expert’s heart tremble, because how would they encounter such precious ingredients normally? Who could eat a golden winged Peng?
