In front of a certain stall, the Spirit Chicken roasted for two and a half hours is at its best, but the Spiritual Meal Master is too busy to operate, wishing he could fly away like those Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
Whoosh~~~
A gust of wind blows through, and the once bustling Trial Town falls completely silent.
The gate of the Ancient Secret Realm flashes, and Yang Qiangzheng steps out.
He instinctively looks toward the barbecue stall.
"Eh? They've roasted my favorite Spirit Chicken this year... Thanks!"
Yang Qiangzheng grabs it and starts eating, his mouth drenched in oil.
"What a delight! Such a fragrant meat, who would want to eat Fasting Pills?"
After finishing, he wipes his mouth, throws down three Low Grade Spirit Stones, and departs.
Only after his exit does the chatter in Trial Town begin.
There are endless speculations about Yang Qiangzheng.
"This boy is truly extraordinary, enlightened overnight to reach the ninety layers!"
"Good poem, good poem!"
