"What have you figured out now?" Yu Lian couldn't help looking at Babalu. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, yet the big guy had somehow gotten fired up the moment they reunited. Yu Lian felt rather conflicted.
He'd always thought Babalu was a kindhearted, enthusiastic kid, and that was certainly one of his good qualities. But now, he really wanted to tell him that overthinking things could be an illness, too. However, considering they were at a crucial stage in dealing with that old bull, he decided to let it go for the time being.
This thing truly deserved its reputation as the king of ingredients, a treasure among delicacies. Its body alone brimmed with such vigorous life force that one could easily imagine just how nutritious it was.
Yu Lian didn't consider himself a cruel person. On the battlefield, it was sometimes necessary to torture an enemy to break their morale, but there was no need to use extreme methods to show off one's valor when it came to food. Following his uncle's notes, he immediately pierced the giant beast's throat with his lightsaber, severing its windpipe and the main nerves in its neck. In the blink of an eye, he had taken its life.
An ordinary butcher with an ordinary cleaver probably wouldn't have been able to cut through the hide around this bovine phantom beast's neck, even if he wore out his arm and dulled his blade in the process. But using something like a laser would surely affect the flavor and texture of the meat.
There was no helping it. The more luxurious the ingredient, the more important the sense of ritual. Whether or not it really affected the final quality of the food, if someone said it did and everyone