Whoever the hell can stomach that shit will break free from the bondage of the Three Realms, flee the wheel of dharma, no one…” Qi Rong trailed off when he saw Hua Cheng ladle himself a full bowl, then sit next to the altar table inside the shrine and take a bite, his face unchanging and steady as the mountains. Qi Rong was shaken to the core. A thought he’d never had before flashed through his mind: As expected of a supreme!
