What's being stewed in the clay pot?
Do you even need to ask?
That clay pot is definitely stewing dog meat!
Lin Yuan has already eaten it, and the taste is exceptionally delicious.
"Of course, it's dog meat, what else could it be?" Lin Yuan asked, somewhat puzzled.
Upon hearing Lin Yuan's response, Yin Celestial Son shook his head and laughed, "Not so, not so."
"What is stewing in the clay pot is not dog meat, but Yang Jing's past."
Yang Jing's past?
Lin Yuan was utterly bewildered upon hearing Yin Celestial Son's words.
This was getting more cryptic; Yang Jing's past was being cooked as dog meat?
"The clay pot is clearly stewing dog meat, yet you say it's Yang Jing's past."
"Is Yang Jing's past the Daoist Ancestor?"
"Do you mean that the Daoist Ancestor is a dog?" Lin Yuan asked with a confused look.
Lin Yuan thought, Yin Celestial Son! Yin Celestial Son, you're a respectable person too.
