In the picture, Gu Yuena was eating with gusto at the barbecue restaurant.
Someone immediately began offering a dead-serious analysis.
"Exactly. A fifty-dollar barbecue buffet."
"At that price, if you know, you know."
"Definitely reconstituted meat or ancient frozen meat. I wouldn't necessarily dare eat it even if it were free."
"At our academy's premium cafeteria, any dish made from a soul beast with a few years under its belt costs hundreds or thousands."
"Top-tier ingredients cost tens of thousands."
"The mighty End Dragon was actually eating a fifty-dollar buffet with gusto."
"So there are only two possibilities."
"First, she's a fake. What hasn't the real End Dragon eaten? How could she possibly be this pathetic?"
"Second..."
"The poor kid is so hungry she's stuffing anything into her mouth. She can't afford to be picky anymore."
The replies below instantly flooded the screen.
"My heart aches for the dragon."
"I'm in the East Sea. Send me the address."
"I'll bring ten pounds of meat."
"Get lost! Stop pretending. Do you really feel sorry for the dragon? You just want to steal my spot as her grand general!"
"You dared to fool the Dragon King with free reconstituted buffet meat? You've already signed your own death warrant."
Lin Yan stared speechlessly at the idiots online.
An utterly absurd feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Just a few days ago, he had been nothing more than a poor student who couldn't afford a soul spirit and had been refused a loan by the Spirit Pagoda.
He had even lost his place at school and gone out to sell mushrooms just to put food on the table.
But now...
He looked up and saw several plainclothes personnel already standing at the restaurant entrance.
Some of the staff began dispersing the onlookers in an official