Lu Heng left Qingyun Hall with an embarrassed face.
When he returned to the cafeteria, it was just lunchtime.
Almost all the young Daoists of Shangqing Tao were sitting inside the cafeteria.
In front of everyone was a bowl of porridge made with Immortal Rice, but no one touched it, as if waiting for someone.
Even the little foodie Qingyue was just swallowing hard, patiently waiting.
As soon as Lu Heng stepped into the cafeteria, all eyes gathered on him.
"Junior Brother Qingfeng, we've been waiting for you!"
Qingming immediately stood up and pulled Lu Heng into the crowd.
"As everyone knows, only Old Taoist Zhenyuan has this Immortal Rice."
"To cure our Junior Brother Qingfeng's leukemia, Old Taoist Zhenyuan specially gave him some Immortal Rice."
"Even the top tycoons of Dragon Country do not have a chance to taste this Immortal Rice."
