Before they knew it, night had deepened.
Little Kitchen's granny had improved somewhat under Wang Chuyun's care, but she still did not put anyone at ease.
She was like a cat forcibly dragged off for a bath, liable to panic at the slightest disturbance.
Looking at the still-trembling Little Kitchen granny, Chen Yu asked in confusion, "Granny, what exactly is going on with you right now?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You'll understand when you reach my age."
"That might be a little difficult."
Little Kitchen's granny also realized that she was rather old—so old that people could barely comprehend it.
Wiping away the coolant that kept seeping out, she said to Chen Yu, "Though I'm an artifact spirit, I'm also a Foundation Establishment expert. Back then, Demonic Cultivators captured a temple priest of the Dietary Star Lord and used them as the main sacrificial material. I was what ultimately appeared. In other words, I contain part of the Dietary Star Lord's Dao Method Seed and fragments of them."
Chen Yu raised a hand. "I have a question. Were Demonic Cultivators really that vicious back then?"
"Vicious as hell. Many artifact spirits today came from that era, and whenever they see Demonic Cultivators, they want to wipe them out completely. But times have changed. Nowadays, plenty of people who clearly aren't Demonic Cultivators get labeled as such. Many artifact spirits want to kill them, but don't know whether they should make a move."
"True, times have changed too quickly." Evil God sighed from the side. "My writing was once the finest in the world, but now any brat dares to say it's trash."
"That brat has pretty good taste." Chen Yu laughed.
"...Fuck you, brat!"
After teasing Evil God, Chen Yu continued, "Back to the topic, Granny.