The eel meat was so fresh.
Loa roasted an entire rack of ribs, crisp and charred outside, the juices sealed tightly within. When he bit into it, first came the aroma of charcoal, then a fresh sweetness-not from seasoning, but from the fish itself, like the air after rain, carrying a faint hint of electricity.
After finishing it, he went to pick a handful of Thunderlight Grass.
He chopped the leaves and mixed them into the fish, still burning hot from the grill. Stirred by the heat, the grassy juices immediately released a faintly numbing fragrance that mingled with the rich aroma of fat, leaving a lingering sweetness even when he swallowed his saliva.
Peppercorn Numbing Eel.
Loa leaned against a rock, watching the lake through narrowed eyes as he ate piece after piece.
This section of eel would feed him for a long time.
He decided to stay here for a while.
He could not let exploring these dangerous places delay his cultivation. His own raw strength came first.
But Thunderstorm Lake gave him a strange feeling-he could not say what was strange about it, only that he was in no hurry to leave.
During the day, he cultivated as usual.
The Wind-Thunder Two Forms Qi Vortex in his dantian spun steadily. With a few more rotations each day, his Two Forms Battle-qi grew a little more condensed. Its quantity already far exceeded the scope of late sixth rank, reaching peak sixth rank by ordinary standards, but its quality had firmly reached the threshold of Level Seven, even touching the edge of mid seventh rank.
Now that his meridians had grown wider and stronger, a troubling problem had emerged: the pool had grown larger, so filling it required more water. Anyone else with this quantity would already be preparing