Now, he was carefully preparing the ingredients before him.
It was a chunk of meat with a faint golden sheen.
Judging by its texture and aura...
It was likely leg meat from some ten-thousand-year Soul Beast.
Several fairly old spiritual plants and a few crystalline scales were arranged on a plate beside it.
Zhen Hua's physical constitution was rather ordinary.
Yet every Heavenly Forging required him to endure it himself, preventing him from performing Heavenly Forging over extended periods. As a result, he needed to eat after every session to quickly recuperate.
Of course, these ingredients were far from ordinary.
Ingredients that were merely thousand-year-old could only serve as side dishes. The main course consisted entirely of parts from ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts.
Only this could nourish Zhen Hua's body through food.
At that moment, Mu Ye was placing a ten-thousand-year scale into the soup pot when he suddenly heard the door being pushed open. His hand paused, and he looked toward the entrance.
A boy of thirteen or fourteen stood in the doorway.
He was somewhat lean, with delicate features.
His eyes were calm and deep.
The boy wore an ordinary black coat without any markings, making it impossible to tell where he came from.
But Mu Ye's instincts told him—
This boy was no ordinary person.
"Who are you?"
Mu Ye's gaze carried scrutiny and vigilance.
Han Li entered the room.
He looked at Mu Ye, his tone concise and direct.
"I came to find you."
Mu Ye frowned and sized Han Li up from head to toe, not replying immediately.
Han Li did not beat around the bush. He spoke at once.
"I came to make a deal with you."
"What deal?"
Mu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. His fingers subtly curled, and the blood and qi within