Yi Feng was asked until he grew even more nostalgic for his past life. Unable to help himself, he gazed up at the heavens, his eyes filled with longing.
"Dragon Whisker Noodles..."
"That's a delicacy from my hometown, true to its name."
Thud!
Wei Donghai's heart gave a violent shudder.
Dragon whiskers were an exceedingly precious sacred treasure. A single strand was enough to stir up a sea of blood in the outside world, yet this senior could eat them as noodles. How many strands would one meal require?!
By that measure, today's harvest truly was not enough!
What a terrifying display of extravagance...
The gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth!
Imagining a bowl of golden dragon-whisker noodles, Wei Donghai felt a chill run down his spine.
Yet when he looked at Yi Feng and saw the melancholy in those starry eyes—a melancholy as though he had witnessed all the vicissitudes of life, a depth as unfathomable as though he had lived through a hundred lifetimes—
Wei Donghai could not help but ponder and yearn, carefully savoring those earlier words.
"Delicacies from his hometown."
Rolling those words over in his mind, then looking at the starry sky the senior was gazing toward—
Could it be...
All at once—
Wei Donghai's eyes flew wide open. He seemed to have realized an incomparably terrifying truth!
Gah!
Even as a fifth-stage Saint, he was so shocked that he lost his voice!
He hurriedly covered his half-bald mouth, his face changing color on the spot from fright!
Fortunately, Yi Feng was immersed in his homesickness and did not notice.
Seeing his tranquil, motionless bearing, Wei Donghai was completely convinced. At last, he understood that this senior was an unimaginable Peerless Expert.
A Saint taking on disciples.
Remembering his own joking