"Come on, kid, eat up!"
"Try some of Elder He's handiwork. I guarantee you'll never forget the taste!"
The Old Beggar, who was in the middle of ravenously slurping down his own noodles, looked up and urged him on.
Lin Yi smiled and nodded, picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat.
The moment a few mouthfuls of noodles went down his stomach…
It was as if balls of intense fire had just exploded inside his body.
They then transformed into streams of scorching gas.
They coursed rapidly through his body.
Everywhere they passed, a sharp, violent pain followed.
It felt as if his tendons were being ripped out and his bones were being scraped.
In an instant, cold sweat beaded on Lin Yi's forehead and streamed down his face.
When the Old Beggar and Elder He saw Lin Yi's pained expression, neither of them said a word.
They just watched him quietly.
Fortunately, the excruciating pain didn't last long, only a dozen or so seconds.
"Hooo…"
Lin Yi exhaled a turbid breath.
