Huai Shi had been completely captivated by the deliciousness before him.
When the lid of the clay pot was lifted in front of him, it seemed as if a mighty torrent burst forth, turning into a phantasmal shadow that stretched its neck and shrieked.
Among the milk-white boiling broth, tender tofu shone with a luster like white jade, while the verdant greens and mushrooms undulated in the thick soup, revealing an incomparable temptation.
Even more astonishing was the fragrance, so rich it could drown a person.
Suffocation.
He simply couldn't catch his breath.
He had forgotten how to breathe.
Huai Shi's appetite could no longer be stopped by anything.
Every cell, every strand of Source Substance within him radiated an intense craving. Countless Ravens screeched frenziedly within the Buried Sacred Place; an insatiable hunger burned.
He could no longer feel the existence of his body.
At that moment, the only thing that remained was the instinctive desire for food.
