Spirit Beast meat was still Spirit Beast meat. On the Phone Plane, the difference might not have been so noticeable, but in the spiritually depleted Blue Star Realm, the moment the meat was brought out, spiritual energy drifted in all directions.
Feng Jun cut the meat into small chunks and skewered them. Some people had already thought it was rather unusual for this group to have a barbecue on Azure Mountain. Once the spiritual energy began spreading, even more people paid attention.
Feng Jun was not surprised. In fact, aside from joining in the festivities, he was also probing the waters—now that the Eighth Heavenly Grotto had reopened, would any masters come to offer their congratulations?
When he cut open the Spirit Beast meat, no masters appeared.
When he skewered the Spirit Beast meat, no masters appeared either.
When the skewers of Spirit Beast meat were placed over the fire to grill, still no masters showed themselves...
Feng Jun gave up on the idea. Such was the way of the world: reputation often exceeded reality.
Zhang Caixin could sense that something was unusual about the Spirit Beast meat. The moment Feng Jun took it out, her brows lifted slightly and her eyes brightened. She was somewhat puzzled: What kind of meat is this?
A little later, when Feng Jun began threading the meat onto the skewers, even Good Scenery and Gazi noticed it. They had cultivated for so long; if they could not sense even this much, Feng Jun would probably be furious enough to vomit blood.
Once the grilling began, the spiritual energy gradually spread out. Gazi could no longer hold back. "Brother Jun, what kind of meat is this?"
"Just eat it and stop asking so many questions," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "I would never be