The thick fog was disorienting, but it couldn't dampen the enthusiasm for hot pot.
All sorts of Spirit Medicines, measured in centuries and millennia, were neatly sliced by Mo Qi and arranged on plates all around.
The specially made hot pot broth wasn't just tempting in color; its aroma was even more alluring.
Before long, half of the rabbit-shaped Demon Beast was already in Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor's stomachs.
"Whew~ A mix of meat and vegetables really is the best choice. Delicious, so delicious!" The Pig Emperor felt like his tongue was about to melt. The exquisite taste lingered, making him feel as if he could ascend as an Immortal at any moment.
When does one feel unbearably hungry?
It's not when you see good food, but when you watch someone else wolfing down meat, gulping down soup, and wearing a look of pure bliss.
The three old men who had been watching Mo Qi glanced at each other, swallowed awkwardly, and their stomachs started to rumble, "GRUUMBLE..."
