Wang Wu raised an eyebrow. This kid certainly had a big mouth. She was about to speak when she suddenly caught a strange fragrance in the air. Her brow furrowed. "Wait, what's that smell on you? Bacon?"
Xuan Mo froze, then realized what she meant. The proprietress really did have a sharp nose. "Oh, this? It's a snack I bought on the way. I got hungry and ate a couple pieces." As he spoke, he pulled a piece of bacon wrapped in oiled paper from his bundle and waved it in front of Wang Wu. "Want a piece, proprietress? It's made from authentic Spiritual Pig Meat. Tastes pretty good."
Wang Wu stared at the piece of bacon, her eyes flickering uncertainly. Its fragrance, mixed with a faint spiritual energy fluctuation, stirred a trace of suspicion in her heart. Could this kid be...
"Six-Harmony Spiritual Root?" Wang Wu asked tentatively.
Xuan Mo nearly choked on his own saliva. The proprietress really had quite an imagination. "Proprietress, do I look like one of those useless people who use an Artificial Spiritual Root?"
"Not really." Wang Wu shook her head. She was far too familiar with the smell of an Artificial Spiritual Root—a stench of cheap artificial flavoring. How could it compare to the pure, natural bacon fragrance coming from this kid? "Then your Spiritual Root..."
At that moment, Xuan Mo's page, Wang Zhong, squeezed in through the door. His eyes lit up when he saw the bacon in Xuan Mo's hand. "Young Master, you still have bacon? Give me a piece too!"
Xuan Mo rolled his eyes at him. "All you know is how to eat! There's still a proper meal later!"
Wang Zhong took the bacon and wolfed it down. As he ate, he mumbled, "Young Master, you have to be