Ye Feng sat on the wooden stump.
He took a sip of fish porridge, which melted in his mouth. His consciousness was strengthened, and immediately, he felt a warm sensation all over, realizing that this bowl of porridge was extraordinary.
As such, he drank the porridge in big gulps.
As he finished half the bowl, Ye Feng felt drowsy, noticing that his consciousness was rapidly enhancing, and his enlightenment had improved as well.
This feeling was very magical.
"Is it delicious?"
The Invincible Old Man was sipping his porridge, but his movements were very slow, taking a bite of fish porridge every half a minute, his face remaining calm throughout.
"Very delicious, thank you, senior!"
Ye Feng put down the porcelain bowl, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.
He could tell that the old man was very lonely.
"Senior, is it just you here?"
Ye Feng couldn't help but ask.
