Feilai Peak, the inner courtyard of the Mountain God Temple.
"So... this is the 'thing' you were talking about?"
Seeing the Prison Soul Tripod burning fiercely, Xiluo's eyes were almost popping out.
Because although the Prison Soul Tripod had been activated,
it was not being used for Alchemy, Refining Evil, or Refining Ghosts.
The lid of the Prison Soul Tripod was lifted, and two large beast legs were hung on the inner wall along iron hooks, just like the roasters specifically used for roasting ducks.
"Sharpening the axe does not delay the work of chopping wood, besides, I'm hungry now."
Without a care, Li Boyang threw one roasted beast leg toward Xiluo, and casually took down the second leg from the Tripod Furnace.
"This is what Big Girl left us, you wouldn't want to let her good intentions go to waste, right?"
Swallowing stealthily, Xiluo resisted the tantalizing aroma at the tip of her nose and grumbled at Li Boyang,
"This is the Prison Soul Tripod!"
