「The Northern Great Forest Sea.」
Ancient, towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see.
A group of cultivators had gathered in a clearing beneath the trees and started a bonfire.
The Forest Sea was fraught with danger, so a moment of rest was rare. Everyone kept busy.
Some cultivators, their faces green from severe poisoning, had already taken expensive Detoxification Pills and were now meditating to purge the toxin. Others had taken out bottles of secret-formula oil and begun their daily maintenance on the Magical Artifacts they treasured more than their own lives.
Still others had simply set up a large pot and were cooking Spirit Rice and spiritual flesh.
It wasn't that they lacked Fasting Pills, nor did they find them unpalatable.
Instead, these few just wanted a bite of something hot and fresh.
Only then did they feel that risking their lives in the Forest Sea was worthwhile.
"Damn wench, is the food ready yet?!"
