"My lord, you must not! These sacrificial meats are not edible! What you are holding is the flesh of the Demon Lord Silkworm Throng; if we Shan Hai Arbiter masters take even a bite, our Dao will be damaged for ten thousand years!"
The elder who called himself the Land Deity of Sacrificial Altar Mountain kept persuading Ning Fan.
But Ning Fan was too hungry.
Faced with the enticing aroma of the meat, his rationality grew increasingly fragile.
Deep inside, it seemed as though two voices were arguing.
The body's instincts were awakening within him, continuously urging Ning Fan to quickly finish all the sacrificial meat and disregard others' nonsense.
The remaining rationality, however, advised caution, suggesting he inspect the meat first.
The effect of the Ten Revolutions Elixir was too significant, especially after Ning Fan had consumed a large amount of food, the hunger within his stomach had accumulated to an extremely terrifying degree.
