A bowl of red broth enters their stomach, and the expressions on the faces of the three from the Sword Domain begin to change dramatically.
Evidently, not everyone can, like Li Fan, peacefully enjoy the wondrous desires of all beings upon first tasting it.
Ji Xingdao's eyes widen, and his aura fluctuates like turbulent waves.
Situ Tiantian's eyebrows knit tightly, her face cold as frost. Around her, it seems as if countless frost and snow are swirling, and upon closer inspection, the white ice crystals unmistakably take the form of flying swords!
Zhao Xing is the best of the three, only appearing as if having drunk a bowl of extremely spicy wine; a strange color flashes across his face, but he quickly returns to normal.
Regardless of how the three from the Sword Domain show, Scholar Zhu, clad in a long robe, slowly descends from the main seat.
The hunched body hidden within the long robe emits a creaky sound of eerie growth, soon becoming tall and slender.
