The entire hall was filled with an enticing fragrance, rich with the aroma of meat.
Lu Qing usually remained in seclusion. If he was not cultivating, he was cultivating, and this was also his first time coming here.
Some of the seated disciples ate a great deal, while others ate little. Yet after finishing, all of them wore the same utterly satisfied, contented expression.
"The dishes from the Culinary Hall keep getting better!"
"Hahaha, good thing I chose a cave abode closest to this place. I get to eat here every day."
This was the heartfelt satisfaction of a food-loving disciple.
Others savored the aftertaste endlessly. "It's a pity it's a bit expensive. I don't have enough spirit stones this month."
"What are you worried about? We planted so many Spirit Plants—how can we grow them without eating something good?"
A disciple spoke up in support.
The others burst into laughter as well. "Exactly, exactly! Without eating something good, we won't even have the strength to cultivate!"
Lu Qing smiled faintly at this. There were thousands upon thousands of paths to cultivation; as long as one did not betray one's Dao heart, who could say who was right or wrong? Saying that one lacked the strength to cultivate without eating well sounded simple and plain, but it was a kind of truth as well.
The food here was delicious and highly effective. One meal truly could advance one's cultivation.
Steward Luo came out.
Lu Qing was slightly startled. Before him, fish seemed to leap from the water atop the dishes, while an evening moon and flowing water reflected one another.
The manifestation rising above the dishes was so dazzling that it left people's eyes overwhelmed, unable to take it all in.
"Old Luo, you're really showing off your cooking skills