It was indeed a bowl of egg drop soup.
In an exquisite small porcelain bowl, a few drops of oil floated, and a poached egg, red on white, soaked in the soup. Beside it lay a silver spoon.
Hu Ma watched as Immortal Miaoshan carefully placed it on the side table, not touching it, just sighing internally, What's the point of making this mess? Can't the Blood Food Pill fill you up?
On the surface, he was polite as ever, merely saying, "Why does the Sect Hierarch go to such lengths? All I do is help out. As for Beef Avoidance matters, let's not discuss those; as part of our One Coin Sect, I've merely followed your guidance to help the best I can!"
"The Sect Hierarch is truly modest."
