Night fell, and the dining room of the Song-Style Courtyard House was brightly lit.
Friday, the Intelligent Robot, glided forward and served the final dish, a steaming soup.
Twelve enticingly colorful dishes covered the enormous round rosewood table.
Chen Lin sat at the head, with Song Qiuya, Qin Chuxia, Li Xiaoyue, and Zhang Ruoxi seated on either side. Yun Sheng had been given the guest seat.
Yun Sheng sat with her back perfectly straight. She kept her gaze lowered and her hands flat on her knees.
The outrageous scene she had detected with her divine sense that afternoon still lingered in her mind. Now, even glancing at Chen Lin felt unbearably awkward.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, make yourself comfortable. Although Core Formation cultivators no longer need food, a guest should follow the host's lead. Eating a little to satisfy your appetite is a form of cultivation, too." Chen Lin picked up his chopsticks, his tone casual.
Yun Sheng nodded slightly. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen. I'll follow your lead."
Despite saying that, she thought little of it. She had gone without food for years and rarely consumed anything except pills.
Her disciple Gu Qingxue occasionally prepared roasted meat or gathered wild fruit, but she only ever tasted a little.
Mundane food contained too many impurities. Eating too much meant having to circulate her energy to purge them afterward. It simply wasn't worth it.
Yet a rich, almost tangible aroma of meat wafted into her nose, striking her long-dulled sense of smell head-on.
Yun Sheng lowered her gaze.
A plate of Steamed Fish sat before her. The flesh was snowy white, the broth clear, with a few emerald-green shreds of scallion scattered on top.
That fragrance actually made her empty stomach give a faint pang-something she hadn't experienced in a very long