An Ancestral Demon of One Lineage

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

After a long while, Wang Tie Zhu lifted the lid off the Large Iron Pot. As righteous energy billowed out, a rich aroma of meat rushed into their faces.

The bunch of foodies sat around the table, their mouths already watering.

Even Qin He found his appetite thoroughly stirred.

As expected of a Demon King's flesh. It had devoured who knew how many heavenly treasures. Millet porridge and finely chopped snake stew meat had been simmered together for two hours.

How could one word—fragrant—possibly do it justice?

A huge pot brimming with snake stew, freshly grilled snake meat, a fish Little Sable had brought back, and all sorts of dipping spices and pickled vegetables.

This dinner was truly lavish.

"Eat."

Qin He waved a hand, and the beasts immediately dug in with gusto.

There was all the stew they could want, and enough meat to fill them up.

One mouthful of snake stew slid into their bellies, warming their entire bodies. Their pores seemed to open, and they felt as though they were about to ascend to immortality.

The beasts moaned and exclaimed as they ate, enjoying themselves beyond measure.

Even Old Ape, who had been curled up alone in a corner trying to be invisible, could not help rising onto his toes and constantly licking his lips at the sight.

It smelled far too good. More importantly, if one could withstand it, this meat was an enormous tonic.

Old Ape had been imprisoned in the Gate of Hai for who knew how many years. Fine food had become a distant memory, yet at this moment, his appetite was awakened once more.

"Boss, look at him." Wang Tie Zhu caught sight of Old Ape's expression and jerked his chin toward Qin He.

Qin He raised his