At the entrance to Stone Village, Shi Hao's feelings needed no further explanation. Only after he slightly lifted the lid of the large clay jar, revealing a narrow gap, and caught the sweet, enticing fragrance of milk within did he finally give up all hope.
It was over!
His lifelong reputation!
The people gathered around Shi Hao and the others naturally smelled the rich milky fragrance as well, and all wore strange expressions.
"This is the milk of a True Immortal from the Sacred Peacock Clan of the Immortal Domain. I refined it and added several medicinal herbs. Once the child is born, they can drink it. It will nourish both the Primordial Spirit and the body."
"The small clay jar is the gift I prepared for you."
Fang Yang said with a smile.
Those nearby who knew nothing of Shi Hao's embarrassing days as a Milk Baby immediately came to their senses after hearing Fang Yang's explanation. So they had overthought it—the large clay jar was a gift for Shi Hao's child.
But milk from a Sacred Peacock True Immortal?
Was the Sacred Peacock Clan really that agreeable?
They were even willing to take out their ancestor's milk—
"Boss, what realm are you in now?"
Without drawing attention to himself, Shi Hao put away both the large and small clay jars, then shifted the topic to Fang Yang to stop the others from egging him on to open the smaller jar.
He had a vague feeling that the small clay jar probably contained milk as well—and not ordinary milk. It was likely even more precious than the milk of a Sacred Peacock Clan True Immortal.
But milk more precious than True Immortal milk—
Could he have guessed wrong?
Shi Hao was somewhat puzzled. He felt the possibility of Immortal