Shi Hou knelt on one knee, gripping the rim of the pot with both hands. Large beads of sweat slid off the tip of his nose and dripped onto its scorching sides.
Sizzle.
The last wisp of Rune Flame beneath the pot went out, and the rising steam gradually dispersed.
Shi Hou lowered his head to look inside and froze.
Green. Vividly green.
The entire pot of soup was cloyingly thick and an eerie emerald color. Tiny golden specks floated on its surface, slowly swirling.
The essences of all thirty-seven peerless spirit medicines had indeed melted into it, but the visual effect...
It was practically an upgraded version of the pool of leek juice he had squeezed out for Old Vine earlier.
It did not smell bad, brimming with the fresh fragrance of vegetation, but its appearance left him without the slightest appetite.
It was so green it gleamed.
"..."
The corners of Shi Hou's mouth twitched hard twice.
Ten million blood qi, thirty-seven top-grade spirit medicines, and even a Dao Embryo Fruit.
And all I cooked up was this thing?
He stiffly turned his head toward his shoulder.
Kang's pig snout twitched hard. Both large ears instantly drooped, and Kang swiftly turned around, presenting a backside to the Black Pot.
On his other shoulder, Furball was earnestly picking through the golden fur on that little belly. Sensing Shi Hou's gaze, Furball discreetly turned aside.
These two gluttons, who normally fought over food hard enough to bash each other's brains out, had reached an unprecedented understanding.
Shi Hou's heart sank halfway. He turned his neck inch by inch toward Shi Hao nearby.
Shi Hao stood beside the pot with both little hands behind his back, craning his head to peer inside.
On his chubby little face, his brows were almost