The rich aroma of the food was like a ray of dawn, bringing a sliver of vitality to the gloomy Wailing Abyss.
Mo Qi held a knife in one hand, his fingers dancing as the blade became a blur of light and shadow.
Whether it was Spirit Medicinal Treasures or fresh meat and bone, everything was instantly cut into his desired shapes and sizes.
The flames of the Nether Soul Flame licked the Obsidian Cauldron. As the ingredients went in, Mo Qi began to stir-fry with unprecedented concentration.
In less than a quarter of an hour, six dishes, a thick soup, a clear soup, and a dessert—a total of nine courses of Medicinal Cuisine—were presented before everyone.
Even though they knew it was neither the right time nor the right place, everyone who caught the scent couldn't help but swallow hard.
Mo Qi paid them no mind. With another wave of his hand, he stored away all his cooking utensils.
