"It's been so long since I last tasted Qing Lin's cooking. It's still as delicious as ever." At the dinner table, Xiao Jin's ravenous eating amused everyone. He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated, which was especially comical.
For the past three years, he had hardly eaten a proper meal. He had spent almost all his time cultivating.
Whenever he occasionally finished cultivating—for example, after refining a Heavenly Flame and wanting to relax—he would merely make something simple to fill his stomach.
Qing Lin's pretty face flushed crimson from the praise, and her dazzling eyes glittered as brightly as if they were filled with a galaxy.
"If Young Master Xiao Jin is willing, Qing Lin will cook for you every day from now on!"
Xiao Jin laughed heartily. That was the sort of thing one could simply listen to and leave at that.
Qing Lin's cultivation was important too. A Peak Dou Zong powerhouse would have been more than capable of founding a sect in a place like the Northwest Continent. How could she still serve as a maid?
Only after satisfying his appetite did he stroke his slightly bulging stomach and listen to the others recount what they had experienced during that time.
Actually, after learning that Cai Lin had reached the Nine-Star Dou Zun realm, he had already begun considering a visit to the Nine Serenities Deep Ground Python Clan.
Although the Dou Emperor inheritance obtained from Cai Lianyi was excellent, there was no reason to reject the inheritance of the Nine-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python.
If she secluded herself there, Cai Lin would probably be able to break through to the Dou Saint realm before long.
As for the problem of Yao Ming, the Nine Serenities Deep Ground Python Clan's leader, it did not count for anything in Xiao