"Was there really not even a single scallion in this?"
Si Qing leaned closer and sniffed, her eyes full of curiosity.
"It smells so good..."
She licked her lips eagerly and looked at Wang Yan. "Martial Nephew Yan'er, how about... you pour out a drop and let your Junior Granduncle taste it for you first, to check the seasoning?"
"No!"
"Holy shit, don't!"
Wang Yan and Li Tiezhu cried out in alarm almost simultaneously.
Smack!
Before the two could finish, a large hand had already smacked the back of Si Qing's head.
"Ow! Brother, why did you hit me?!" Si Qing clutched her head.
"Eat, eat, eat! That's all you ever think about!"
Si Ming's face darkened as he scolded her irritably. "You dare put just anything in your mouth? Do you think this is pork rib soup?!"
This was a supreme divine substance tied to the great Dao of reincarnation across the Myriad Heavens, something Sister Hongyi had warned them about over and over, and this damned girl actually wanted to check the seasoning?!
"Junior Granduncle, you really can't taste this!"
Wang Yan hurriedly explained, "This was refined from Other Shore Flowers, then brewed with all sorts of potent immortal herbs that cleanse the divine soul."
"This stuff really is powerful enough to wash someone's brain into a blank sheet of paper!"
Afraid Si Qing would not believe him, Wang Yan simply used the living example beside him as evidence:
"You have no idea. Back when I'd only just developed the prototype for this recipe-the unfinished Sorrow-Forgetting Pill..."
"Eldest Senior Brother understood the greater good and volunteered to test it for me. And guess what happened?"
Wang Yan pointed at Li Tiezhu beside him, still shaken by the memory. "Eldest Senior Brother was a full-fledged Golden Immortal, but after