Oscar furrowed his brow. Tang San seemed somehow different from how he remembered him.
But he couldn't say exactly what was different.
Was his nose a little higher?
Or his eyes a little bigger?
Or maybe his skin was a little fairer?
He couldn't put it into words. It was just a vague feeling.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ao?" Tang San asked when he noticed Oscar's odd expression. He unconsciously touched his own face.
"Nothing." Oscar shook his head, not dwelling on it. He temporarily buried his doubts.
Changing the subject, he asked with curiosity written all over his face, "Xiao San, did you eat some kind of miracle pill?"
"How did you suddenly jump three levels? That's terrifyingly fast."
"I didn't eat anything yesterday." Tang San thought back, then suddenly raised his brows as an idea flashed through his mind. "Well, if we're talking about eating... the only thing I drank yesterday was that pot of soup from Yu Xiaogang."
"Hiss—!" Tang San's eyes flew open as an outrageous thought exploded in his mind. "Could it be... could Yu Xiaogang have used some kind of Immortal Herb as seasoning and stewed me a pot of soup?"
"Used an Immortal Herb as seasoning? To stew that kind of soup!"
Oscar and the others were at a loss for words. What did he mean, using an Immortal Herb as seasoning?
Those were Immortal Herbs!
Priceless treasures, sought after even at a thousand gold and worth more than ten thousand!
Heaven-and-earth treasures that the whole continent could scarcely produce a handful of!
How could anyone use them to stew that kind of soup? Wasn't that a crime against nature?
For a moment, all four wore pained expressions. Their brows knitted together, and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.
Tang San most of