Chapter 235: Conflict

Lin Ming finished the keel soup and licked his lips. He said, “This is the heritage of a large sect. An ordinary martial artist can't even think about things like this, much less eat it. When I went out adventuring, I ran into a senior. Every day, she would eat the rarest spirit fruits, and what she drank was the dew of a spring morning. She truly didn't eat the smoke and fire of the mortal world and contaminate her body with the Houtian air.” Qin Xingxuan scooped another bowl of soup...