As they entered the magnificent palace, luxurious ornaments met their eyes everywhere.
Each looked startlingly lifelike. Who knew where Houtu had found all these treasures?
The entire palace looked lavish beyond measure.
Soul Maids were everywhere, ready to attend them at any moment.
Wang Shi stared, dumbfounded.
He had never imagined Houtu's palace would be this extravagant. He felt like a country bumpkin visiting the city.
Ancestral Witch Dijiang and Ancestral Witch Xuanming came in looking just like country bumpkins.
Wherever they went, they had to look and touch, showing none of the dignity of Ancestral Witches.
"This thing is far too extravagant. What is it made of? Spirit Crystals?"
"This piece of jade is enormous, and the carving is so beautiful. It almost feels real."
"No wonder our little sister kept inviting us over. She really does have some fine things here!"
"Wow, what an exquisite fan! What is it made of?"
Houtu glanced at it.
"A Ten-Thousand-Year Swan Feather. Even a casual wave stirs a wind brimming with spiritual energy."
Amid a constant stream of exclamations, the group finally reached the palace's inner hall.
A long stone table had already been laden with all manner of delicacies.
Wang Shi swallowed. The celebrated dishes on the table were not only exquisitely crafted; more importantly, the spiritual energy they gave off was unimaginably dense.
An enormous amount of effort must have gone into preparing them.
He could imagine the palace employing hundreds, if not thousands, of chefs, every one a master in their own right.
Houtu looked at everyone with a beaming smile.
"Brothers, I know you don't usually care much for food like this anymore."
"But these dishes really are delicious. Come and try them."
Without the slightest concern for ladylike manners, she grabbed a goat leg and dug