Absurd...
Song Yan's first reaction was, naturally, disbelief.
Though he had only recently entered Jun Mountain, he had learned many things about its lineage from Senior Sister Yuan Xiaolu.
Like the Sword-Washing Pool, the Half-Bowl Wine House was one of Jun Mountain's seven principal islands.
Its name came from its shape: a great eating bowl, half filled with wooded hills and half with the waters of a vast marsh.
It was just like rice and soup served in the same large bowl, yet remaining distinctly separate; hence its name.
Naturally, the ladle and stove of the Half-Bowl Wine House were under the authority of the Bowl-Holding Elder.
But this was the first time Song Yan had learned that his surname was Jiang.
He was a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator, just like Song Yan's own Divine Lord Yangsu.
Song Yan thought that, having stirred up so much trouble within days of entering Jun Mountain and even quarreled with a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he was already a troublemaker among troublemakers. He had never expected the old Daoist before him to be even bolder.
He actually claimed to have stolen these spices from a Divine Lord's private treasury?
Anyone capable of that would have to be at least a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
But why would a Nascent Soul Cultivator be sent to Liuli Island over a little spice?
Instinctively, he felt that the old Daoist was boasting, gilding his own face.
Presumably, he had acquired the spices from some corner of the Half-Bowl Wine House, but insisted they belonged to a Divine Lord to raise their value and hold out for a good price. Yet there was no faking the extraordinary pedigree of that fragrance.
It far surpassed any Spirit Cuisine or delicacy Song Yan had ever tasted. That alone was