god of cookery's talent-constant fire
he ended his long talk with ji ranran, leng mi yue, and zero.
bai wushang returned to his own palace-style villa, took a bath, and washed up.
then, he fell onto the bed and snored like a pig.
compared to the holy disciple test, following the lineage of death in their counterattack against the royal court was a completely different level of tension.
finally, the matter was over. the blood poison that had tormented him for many years also disappeared, and he regained his freedom.
bai wushang slept soundly for three days and three nights without waking up from his sleep.
"hu, hu, hu, i feel so refreshed!"
after a long time, a ray of sunlight shone in. bai wushang opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
the long-awaited fullness of the divine court made him shine from the inside out.
"roar ~~~"
ah zhou pushed open the door of the next room and scuttled out, baring his teeth.