Before long, the aroma of roasted game filled the air, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste. The meat had been seasoned with many unique spices and was shared among everyone. Ning Caichen, in particular, enjoyed it so much that he nearly bit off his own fingers.
"Is this really the pheasant I know?" Ning Caichen asked in shock. He had never eaten anything so delicious.
"Haha, Little Brother Ning, this is a delicacy specially prepared by an immortal. It's definitely your first time trying it, so of course you find the aftertaste unforgettable," Yan Chixia said with a hearty laugh.
"An immortal? What immortal?" Ning Caichen asked blankly.
"You don't know?" Yan Chixia was somewhat surprised. He looked at the bewildered Ning Caichen, then saw that Chen Xuan and Xuanming were eating on their own. Without hesitation, he said, "They're True Immortals who descended to the mortal world. You can consider yourself a very fortunate man."
"What? Immortals descending to the mortal world..." Ning Caichen was even more flustered.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Suddenly, a dense mass surged in from all directions. A terrifying demonic power, accompanied by murderous resentment, surrounded Lanruo Temple from every side.
One monster after another poked out its head. They were actually rotting corpses, along with numerous mutated trees.
"Tree Demon!" Yan Chixia immediately looked toward the void. Space twisted, and a human-shaped demon appeared, accompanied by numerous female ghosts. Ning Caichen's heart trembled as he recognized the two women he had seen before. He had never expected them to be female ghosts.
"Yan Chixia, you old man. Back then, you prided yourself on your lofty ideals, became the chief constable of the yamen, and went everywhere subduing demons and exorcising evil. You really thought you were impressive, didn't you? Aren't you still just a decrepit old man..."