Though those little demons were hardly master chefs, they could whip up ordinary home cooking with ease.
So on his journey from Southern Heaven to the East Sea coast, Cui Jiuyang had rarely even eaten at restaurants.
He could simply find some ingredients in the wilderness and summon a squad of little demon cooks, then enjoy a respectable spread beneath the open sky. It was quite a carefree arrangement.
After they came down from the Dragon King Temple, Uncle Lin warmly invited Cui Jiuyang to rest in the village.
Cui Jiuyang, however, politely declined.
For one thing, he was eager to find somewhere to fry and eat these fresh mushrooms. Eating mushrooms that had grown on their Dragon King in front of Uncle Lin would have been somewhat disrespectful.
For another, Lin Family Village was only one of the many fishing villages along the East Sea coast.
The East Sea was so vast that he needed to visit a few more places and learn about the situation from different angles.
So, after bidding Uncle Lin farewell, Cui Jiuyang continued north along the coast alone.
The sea breeze brushed his face with its salty, damp breath. The sunlight was warm, and everything looked so peaceful that nothing seemed amiss in the East Sea.
Only when Cui Jiuyang quietly extended his divine sense into the sea did he discover something wrong beneath that tranquil surface.
He had already traveled more than a dozen li along this long East Sea coastline.
Yet apart from a few fingernail-sized crabs scuttling about, there was not even a trace of a single fish in the sea!
Beneath the surface, it was frighteningly empty and utterly silent.
Even among the reefs, where schools of fish should have loved to gather and could most easily hide, he could