"It really was... luxurious to the extreme."
Using the aura Laifeng Venerable had left behind, she accurately found his lair: a city built around a mountain. The city stretched boundlessly in every direction. The mountain was not especially tall, yet it was covered in magnificent golden buildings, lavish and extravagant beyond words. The gleam from the golden glazed roofs turned the entire mountain into a mountain of gold. There were countless scripture pavilions and grand halls, while mortals could only look up and kneel in worship at its foot.
The mountain had many different peaks, each with its own distinct character. Faint Buddhist chants drifted through the air, seven-colored flowers bloomed in profusion, and vague Vajra Phantoms sat in watchful guard.
Compared to this place, a certain Bai's mountain-top dragon palace was shabby and natural. It could only be said that everyone had their own pursuits.
She silently entered the city and casually found a fairly ordinary restaurant.
On the fifth floor, she ate while admiring the golden mountain scenery outside the window. Beneath the table, Fat Head Cat was intently gnawing on a lamb shank.
After traveling through the void for several months, the first thing she did upon entering the Great World was gorge herself—enjoying the act of chewing, enjoying the taste of food.
The feeling of not having to swallow food whole was truly wonderful.
Her small hands tore at the meat with all their strength. The Six-Winged Snake Tattoo on her arm wriggled, and a voice came from the tattoo.
"Your Highness, this general is very hungry..."
Surrounded by high-quality food everywhere, the Six-Winged Strange Snake wished it could turn its jaw into a shovel and scoop every bit of food it saw into its mouth. It had no need to chew, much less add oil,