In the blink of an eye, a week had passed since Wu Man held his Feast of Ten Thousand Dishes.
Yet the event was still the hottest topic of conversation.
From the streets and alleys to the teahouses and restaurants, everyone gave the event a thumbs-up whenever it came up.
"I had a bowl of soup and gained twelve points to all my attributes. What about you guys?"
A young man at the table boasted to the others, looking rather pleased with himself.
At his words, the other young men at the table immediately gave him a thumbs-up, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"I only gained ten points to all my attributes. You got a full eight more than me. This is such bullshit."
"Don't even get me started. I only got six. Who am I supposed to cry to? But... that taste. Ah, just thinking about it brings it back."
The young men sighed.
Even though a week had passed, the taste of that bowl of golden soup still lingered in their minds.
It was utterly captivating. They couldn't quite say that it had been all that delicious, but the moment they drank the hot soup, an indescribable feeling welled up inside them: contentment, joy, even... happiness.
Yes, it had truly made them feel happy.
The peace and serenity they felt deep in their hearts went far beyond what could be described as simple deliciousness.
It was said that some people had experienced a sudden epiphany after drinking the soup, and their skill levels had improved by an entire tier.
Others had drunk it in one go, then passed away with a smile.
That was right. They had simply sat down on the street, smiled peacefully, and died.
An investigation later revealed that one of them had