In the firelight, the old man wore a grey robe. His face was gaunt, his gaze was peaceful, and his body showed no fluctuations of a powerful aura.
And yet, it was precisely this that made him seem unfathomable and boundlessly powerful to Jiang Jichen.
Just a moment ago, the man had clearly been over ten miles away, yet in the next instant, he appeared right before them. And Jiang Jichen hadn't sensed the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power.
"Sir, if you wish to eat, please help yourself!"
Jiang Jichen took a chair from his Storage Bag and offered it to the old man.
He then filled a large bowl with the meat broth and handed it to the old man.
Without any ceremony, the old man drank it all in one go.
He didn't stop there, downing over ten more bowls in quick succession.
Of course, this was a normal-sized bowl, not one of Suu Luo's bowls that contained its own pocket dimension.
"Ah, how satisfying! It's been a long time since I've had such a delicious broth!"
