The Holy Daughter looked at the soup bowl Chen Xuantian handed over and frowned,
"What on earth is Fellow Daoist deliberately delaying for? Isn't the descent of the Heavenly Demon imminent? Where's the time to make soup, what are you waiting for?"
Of course, waiting for outside assistance to finish the debate...
Chen Xuantian shrugged,
"Sharpening one's sword at the last moment might not make it faster, but it makes it shine. Taking some potion before the start of a battle. Unfortunately, after thinking it over, just the two of us would certainly lead to certain death. No matter how extraordinary my cultivation technique is, I need a chance to show it.
If you can't get me the opportunity to strike, this might just be the last meal. We should still calculate how much chance we have of winning, at least we should be well-fed before dying, don't you think?
