Ye Lin walked up to the table, picked up a piece of Demon Beast meat, and started eating.
He didn't care about his image in the slightest. It was free, and you might as well eat what you could get for free.
Besides, eating this Demon Beast meat would greatly benefit him. As soon as he swallowed a bite, a vast surge of spiritual energy coursed through his body.
What puzzled Ye Lin was that Wuxin, beside him, had no reservations either. He picked up some Demon Beast meat and started eating.
"Monk, doesn't your Buddhist sect preach against killing and eating meat?"
"Benefactor, it's enough to have Buddha in your heart. I cultivate the heart of Buddha, not the Buddha himself."
Wuxin smiled faintly.
At this, Ye Lin nodded.
"But, Benefactor, I have to say, this stuff really is delicious."
Wuxin grinned, his mouth slick with grease.
A bald monk with grease all over his mouth—it was an odd sight no matter how you looked at it.
Li Youran, beside them, ate far more elegantly.
"This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. May I ask which great power you hail from?"
Just then, a smiling young man approached them.
"You are..."
Ye Lin looked at the young man, bewildered. He looked unfamiliar; Ye Lin had never seen him before.
"I am Xue Sheng, Third Prince of the Glazed Imperial Dynasty."
"The Glazed Imperial Dynasty ranks fifth among the powers in Tianhe Prefecture. It's a formidable force."
Seeing Ye Lin grow even more confused, Wuxin sent him a voice transmission.
Only after Wuxin explained did Ye Lin understand.
Among the Human Race, there was also a special group of cultivators: those who cultivated through fortune.
Mortal dynasties were divided by strength into kingdoms, imperial kingdoms, and imperial dynasties.
These people relied not