Ji Xueyan's Confession in the Asura Arena

He grabbed it from the air and took it. At this moment, the three big pots were also heated up. He poured oil into them and divided the ingredients into three portions. One portion flew in the sky, one portion ran on the ground, and one portion swam in the water. They formed a hodgepodge and were placed inside.

The flames engulfed the pot and controlled the temperature.

A few minutes later.

Zhang Ronghua stopped. The three dishes were already cooked. He put away the black lotus. A rich fragrance spread out along with the night wind.

Yang Hongling had eaten it more than once. Every time she asked about this fragrance, her heart would itch and she would swallow her saliva. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and spin it on her red and alluring lips.

"Pack them up."

Yang Hongling nodded. There were too many of them. The plate couldn't hold them, so she could only use a basin.

He put away the cauldron formed by his soul power.