(First update)
Yang Ming looked up and saw Tang Long standing to one side in a daze. He beckoned to him and said,
"What are you standing there for? Come eat."
"Th-This... isn't that a little inappropriate?"
The Clear Sky Sect had secluded itself in the mountains and forests for so long that even young powerhouses like Tang Long showed little arrogance. Instead, they were somewhat bashful.
Faced with Yang Ming's invitation, this burly man, Tang Long, actually seemed at a loss.
"If I tell you to come over, then come over. It's only breakfast together, not like I'm asking you to be a spy. Look how nervous you are. If Sect Master Tang saw this, he might think I was abusing you." Yang Ming teased.
Tang Long scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh before obediently taking a seat.
However, he did not dare sit down completely, merely perching on the edge of the stool. He looked rather restrained.
Picking up an ordinary sesame cake, he cautiously took a bite. A soft, rich texture filled Tang Long's mouth.
"Mm!"
"This is the best breakfast I've ever had! It's unbelievably delicious!"
Seeing Tang Long become as delighted as a two-hundred-pound fat man over a tiny sesame cake, Yang Ming covered his forehead speechlessly.
Just how impoverished had the Clear Sky Sect's life been during its seclusion?
Yang Ming simply took out exquisitely prepared food from the Nethersea Ring: osmanthus cakes, wonton noodles, sticky rice chicken, tofu pudding... One delicacy after another, unheard of and unseen before, entered Tang Long's sight. After tasting them, he was utterly amazed, shouting and exclaiming as though he had entered heaven!
Though there was plenty of breakfast, enough for ten people, neither Yang Ming nor Tang Long was ordinary, and both had excellent appetites.