Night fell.
The stars sparkled brightly.
Fuhai Villa District.
In the living room, the hot pot on the table bubbled away. Steam rose in wisps from the boiling red oil, where duck blood curd, wolfberries, medicinal ginseng, and other ingredients tumbled about.
"Here, Master, eat up."
Xiaobai extended her chopsticks, picked up a piece of Beast Blood, and thoughtfully placed it in Qin Yang's bowl. "You lost so much Essence Blood," she urged. "That must have taken a toll on your body. Hurry and replenish yourself..."
"Mm, not bad."
Qin Yang popped the Beast Blood into his mouth, savoring the tender texture and the way the chili peppers stimulated his taste buds, a comfortable heat spreading through his body. "Your cooking is getting better and better."
"Hehe, of course!"
