While everyone else was already sentencing Lin Feng to death in tomorrow's duel, Lin Feng himself was completely unconcerned, immersed instead in the simple pleasure of a good meal prepared by his cook, Emery.
The table before him was filled with steaming dishes… fragrant soups, golden-brown roasted vegetables, and thick slices of grilled magical beast meat that still crackled faintly with residual spiritual energy.
"Hmmm… delicious, Emery! Truly delicious! This is incredible!" Lin Feng exclaimed between mouthfuls, his eyes lighting up with genuine appreciation.
"Every bite feels better than the last!"
He tore into the grilled meat with gusto, the rich juices running down his fingers and glistening on his lips.
Yet rather than making him look sloppy, it only added to his natural charm… unfiltered, honest, and refreshingly real.
Lin Feng had never been one to hide behind false elegance or shallow pretenses.
What he felt, he showed, and what he liked, he praised openly.
