At the scent of that fragrance, Yuan Qing and Qiu Lian began to salivate. Though they had eaten their fill not long ago, the aroma stirred them into restless craving once more. Their stomachs rumbled like thunder.
This peculiar sensation left them greatly astonished. Looking more closely, they saw a mighty Great Han Dynasty man nearly two meters tall standing beside the three-legged bronze cauldron. He wore a plain short shirt and seemed like a demon god descended into the world.
His aura was utterly seamless, as though his entire person had merged with heaven and earth.
Had his body not been so conspicuous, they might almost have been fooled into taking him for a wooden statue.
Both men were startled inwardly, realizing there was likely something wrong with this fragrance. Otherwise, it would not have given them such intense hunger. Suppressing their fear, they set the sacks from their shoulders on the ground, dropped to one knee, and half-knelt in salute before the mighty man. "Greetings, Heavenly King, from your subordinates."
"Rise. It seems your gains have been good. Your physical cultivation has improved as well. It was not in vain that I specifically entrusted this matter to you."
This burly man was none other than the leader of the Heavenly King Gang, a domineering figure who called himself the Heavenly King. As his voice rang out, a powerful, fierce, commanding aura spread in all directions, like a tiger prowling the mountains or a flood dragon emerging from the sea—surging and roiling.
As he turned, they could see his features clearly. He was a middle-aged man of around forty, with a resolute face steeped in majesty. His features were fairly regular, save for his lion-like nose, which added several shades of ferocity to his appearance.
Yuan Qing and Qiu