"Saying this, Zhantian Ye handed over the bowl."
"Each grain of spirit rice looked crystal clear under the sunlight, bright and smooth, with a subtle, natural aroma that captivated the soul even more. However, at this moment, Ji Liangping's attention was not on the spirit rice but entirely focused on the exhilarating statement Zhantian Ye had just made."
"People from the Mitian Sect have come?"
"And judging by the meaning of what was said, they were all killed."
"Xiao Ye, tell me, what happened with the people from Mitian Sect?"
"Grandpa Liangping, eat something first, and I'll tell you slowly later." A bowl of spirit rice was handed over, along with a platter of mouthwatering meat dishes.
Ji Liangping turned his head and realized that it was the rice he saw a few days ago, pleased, he quickly took it."
"This kid is really loyal!"
