"Quick, quick, quick! The Marshal is hungry!"
"Get to the kitchen at once and bring out all the mystic food!"
"Move those hands! Slow down, and it'll be the military rod for you!!"
With a single word from Qin Yao, shouts erupted one after another throughout the City Lord's Mansion, startling the sparrows resting beneath the distant eaves into flapping wildly into the air. They skimmed over the courtyard walls and vanished into the morning light.
Qin Yao listened to his stomach rumbling all the way back into the room, where he took a seat.
"The Sixth Layer of the Innate Realm really does come with a bigger appetite!"
He shook his head with a bitter smile, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the emerald-green Storage Ring on his fingertip. "Every round of cultivation, the price of true qi running wild is an enormous drain on physical strength.
"And when that depletion fed back into the body, aside from exhaustion, there was only one word for it: hunger.
"Fucking starving!!"
Before long, hurried footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.
The lead personal guard carried a copper tray as large as a washbasin in both hands. It was piled high with roasted meat, the grease still sizzling and steaming.
The charred aroma of roast meat, mixed with the rich, distinctive scent of mystic beast flesh, rushed straight at him and instantly stirred every craving in Qin Yao's belly.
Another seven or eight men followed behind, carrying food boxes of every size and kind as they hurried into the room.
The lids of the boxes were lifted, and billowing steam surged toward the rafters like white mist. The smell was utterly mouthwatering!
"Marshal! The food is here!"
Qin Yao was so hungry his chest was practically stuck to his back. How could he