Jiang Yao's slightly melancholy expression made everyone's heart skip a beat.
Could it be...
Had he failed?
Did it taste bad?
That made sense.
Such an enormous Shataan Bird.
Simply roasting it once...
Really did seem far too simplistic and slapdash.
It would be perfectly understandable if it tasted bad.
But why did it smell so good, so fragrant?
Surely that couldn't all be the seasoning?
"Jiang Yao, what's wrong?"
Welt stepped forward and asked.
In reality, he had slyly brought his chopsticks along and helped himself to a piece of roast meat.
"Ah!"
Jiang Yao sighed and shook his head.
His back was turned to everyone.
Jing Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted. His body trembled slightly, and his hands involuntarily clenched as he asked in a shaky voice, "Wh... what? Not... satisfactory?"
Jing Yuan felt utterly miserable.
Was his hope of alleviating mara-struck about to shatter before his eyes?
No, he couldn't accept that!
The Entwined Fate and Iced Floating Mutton Milk clearly had an alleviating effect on mara-struck.
Was that luck or skill?
Could he provide a lasting supply?
To be even greedier, was there a way to cure mara-struck completely?
Jing Yuan had placed his bet on Jiang Yao.
Although the risk was practically zero (meaning there was risk, but Fu Xuan quietly bore most of the damage).
The potential gains were immeasurable.
A moment later.
Jing Yuan smiled in acceptance.
Yes, when did anything ever work out perfectly?
It could alleviate mara-struck. Even if the effect was weak, at least it worked.
That was already good enough.
What more could he ask for?
A person couldn't be so greedy.
How could every good thing possibly fall into his lap?
Things going wrong eight or nine times out of ten was simply the way of life.
Fu Xuan