The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
A few moments later, everyone gathered and took their seats in front of a massive wooden post.
The post was flat and smooth, perfectly serving as a dining table.
The table was laden with a dazzling array of dishes, complete with both appealing colors and enticing aromas.
Giant Armor was unceremonious and had already begun to eat heartily.
Lu Ye tasted a few bites, raised his eyebrows, and said with surprise, "Senior Brother's cooking skills are no less than Second Senior Sister's."
Li Baxian smiled, "On ordinary days, I just ponder about what to cook."
Feng Yuechan hummed softly from the side, "Senior Brother is the laziest. It's not easy to eat his cooking usually, today is only thanks to Junior Brother Lu."
"Junior Brother Lu is here, we can't spill my secrets," Li Baxian cajoled, helping Feng Yuechan with a serving of dishes.
"Thank you, Senior Brother," Feng Yuechan smiled, her eyes squinting joyfully.