"Not bad craftsmanship."
Chen Luo sat down beside Li Chengdao and casually tore off a roasted rabbit leg.
It tasted good. This fellow's cooking was better than that of many master chefs in the mortal world. The rabbit was crisp on the outside and tender within, its fragrance overflowing in all directions.
"Before I became a cultivator, I ran a restaurant. Back then, I relied on this roasted meat to support our entire Li family business." Li Chengdao tore off a rabbit leg as well and began chatting with Chen Luo, his words carrying a trace of a sigh of regret.
To Li Chengdao, the days when he ran a mortal restaurant had been a very, very long time ago. The old acquaintances from back then had become nothing more than vague outlines in his memories. There were many whose names he could no longer recall. Only his skill at roasting meat had remained. It was also Li Chengdao's final keepsake, the obsession lodged in his heart.
"I came to find brother Chen this time not only because of the Valley Master's assigned task, but also because of something very important."
Li Chengdao searched inside his robes and took out a pouch.
The pouch was extremely ordinary, and its color had already peeled away. Even the patterns along its edges had worn through. If not for the faint layer of spiritual power clinging to its surface, it would likely have crumbled into ash already long ago.
"I want to buy a Vermilion Fruit from brother Chen."
Li Chengdao took a stone from the pouch, then carefully put the pouch away again.
Chen Luo had quite a few Vermilion Fruits. Gu He had given them to him back when he was serving as an elder of the Qionghua Sect. During his