Cultivator Junjun Stretching His Wings

After a period of time, the pot started to bubble.

Suddenly, everyone stopped their conversations as their eyes were fixated on those dumplings. The muscles on their bodies contracted as the atmosphere changed, their expressions were incredibly eager.

The tense atmosphere was even heavier than battle.

Taishang Elder might not understand it, but he was not stupid. He had naturally sat around the pot alongside everyone else, and prepared to try out what was so different about the dumplings.

Unlike other foods, dumplings would not have that much fragrance, but the uniform shapes glistened, and they could vaguely see the filling behind the skin, which was full and alluring.

The time slowly passed.

Suddenly, one of the dumplings in the pot moved!

After that, it slowly floated to the surface with the bubbles.

"Ha!"