But the snack was no ordinary one; it was a peach.
Not just any peach, but one cast from molten iron.
The Elder, after sipping some appetizer tea, picked up an Iron Peach and said with a smile, "Does Xu Jieyuan disdain these peaches for not being tasty enough?"
He opened his mouth, revealing a set of steely teeth, grabbed an Iron Peach, shoved it into his mouth, and somehow managed to bite off a chunk using some unknown technique.
"Chewing Iron Technique!" Su Lianqing exclaimed, slightly surprised.
Xu Qing did not drink any tea; instead, he picked up an Iron Peach and said with a light smile, "I, Xu, have always preferred the hard and crisp peaches in my life; this peach is too soft."
A whole Iron Peach, as if it were made of sand, was squeezed out of Xu Qing's hands.
"Turning Iron into Mud with a Gripping Hand!" The people in the hall were thoroughly shocked.
