The mist stretched vast and boundless, with lights ahead.
After leaving the "Profound Music Heavenly Sect," the group walked slowly onward for a while. They saw the fog ahead gradually recede, revealing a brightly lit tavern. Amid the clinking cups and flowing goblets within, waves of rich fragrance wafted out.
Through the tavern windows, they could see a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted brute standing in the center of the hall. He wore a headscarf and an apron, the rolls of flesh on his body swaying with every chop. In his hand was a gleaming cleaver, and on the chopping block lay a fresh red marrow bone that he was slicing cleanly, stroke by stroke.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
As soon as Chu Liang and the others approached, more than ten colorfully dressed attendants surged out and surrounded them, calling out again and again, "Immortal masters, come taste the dishes of our Cloud Delicacies Workshop!"
"Walk another hundred and eight thousand miles, and you still won't find food this delicious."
"In heaven and on earth, there is only this one place."
"..."
The attendants wore smiles so brilliant they seemed slightly eerie as they half-dragged, half-pushed the group into the tavern. The chef wielding the knife did not even raise his head, continuing to chop at his bones.
Clang, clang, clang, clang...
"Please enjoy yourselves, immortal masters." The attendants poured tea and served water, bustling back and forth. Before long, plates of dishes complete in color, aroma, and flavor were brought to the table.
Meanwhile, the chef had been cutting bones from beginning to end. No one knew where these dishes had come from.
Looking at the bone he was chopping—who knew what it was—Chu Liang felt a chill crawl down his spine for no reason. Naturally, he did not dare take a