Three figures approached together.
Under the newly risen morning sun, their vastly different silhouettes cast long shadows.
Bai Mo and An Caiwei were sitting at a table in front of the Stone Lodge, enjoying a Spiritual Meal of sparrow soup and steamed fish.
An Caiwei was still explaining.
"The Spiritual Cuisine Tower is unique. They don't let you order—they say it's all up to fate. You eat whatever they happen to be serving."
"That's just a nice way of putting it. The truth is, I know they can't get their hands on many ingredients. I heard the head chef—a Cultivator—only knows a dozen or so Spiritual Meal recipes..."
Bai Mo waved to Yuan Chu and the other two.
"Senior Brothers, your timing is perfect. Why not join us for a meal?"
The only response Bai Mo received was a burst of hearty laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"So it's from the Spiritual Cuisine Tower. That chef only has a few tricks up his sleeve. He might tweak them now and then, but it's always the same old thing."
