Outside the Summer Hotel, on the open space, the Baihua Palace Master, dressed in a red dress that made her figure appear especially enchanting, giggled charmingly.
However, looking at the table filled entirely with green vegetables, without any chicken, duck, or fish, not even a shred of meat, all the cultivators present wore expressions of misery.
After all, cultivators are different from ordinary people; their metabolism and high-intensity body operations require a large amount of fat to provide energy, especially in this cold winter season. So high-calorie food is needed even more.
But, after sitting foolishly for half a day blowing the cold winter night wind outside, they were shocked to find that the delicacies they had been looking forward to were all absent.
Eggplant, potatoes, beans, garlic sprouts, broccoli, lotus root slices, cucumbers... even the seaweed soup was devoid of any oil.
Looking at their miserable expressions.
