After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Qing Ling leisurely enjoyed the roasted lamb chop in her hand.
Although it tasted excellent, the thought that it came from the body of the Fu Shan Demon Saint.
Her appetite instantly diminished greatly.
She then raised her head to look at Jiang Yuan.
At this moment, her expression carried some hesitation, and after a few breaths, she finally spoke, "Young Master Jiang, is your strength due to your physical body?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan raised his head to glance at her, then nodded slightly.
The next moment.
He continued to tear off a large chunk of lamb meat, and as he chewed and swallowed, a look of pleasure appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Qing Ling swallowed back the words that were almost on her lips.
She was aware that constant chattering during someone's meal can easily evoke annoyance.
Time stealthily slipped away.
...
Half an hour later.