Mo Song didn't hold back, a branch grew out from the pinecone, wrapping around the black pepper and extracting all its essence.
After extracting, Mo Song reminisced, "It has a taste of demonic arts, quite powerful, igniting a fire within me. I knew you guys wouldn't let me down keeping such good stuff."
Only Lin Jing knew how wronged he felt.
"Wait, were you planning to feed this to that fish? Given its realm, if it eats just one piece, I'm guessing tonight you intend to have spicy fish soup."
"No way, I'm not that kind of person." Lin Jing walked to the lakeside and said, "I am still measured, I'll cut it into pepper strips for it to eat, and won't give it the whole piece."
"A demonic cultivator's Buddhist heart, not bad, looks like you took my words to heart. The aftereffect is potent enough to burn even the soul, it should show us where its physical limits lie."
