The rich aroma of meat spreads everywhere.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Just after taking a sip, my cultivation level has jumped from the first-level quasi-sage to the third-level quasi-sage!"

The disciples became excited.

Those ninth generation disciples who had not yet taken the Nine Turns Mysterious Pill just smelled the fragrance and immediately felt that their bodies were filled with endless strength. They wanted to lift up the big pot and drink all the soup in the pot.

"Okay, that's almost it."

Ye Feng added some more condiments, took out a strainer, filtered out all the residue in the pot, and got ten large vats of boiling soup.

"One bowl for each person."

Ye Feng began to distribute the soup stock, and the bowls given to everyone were filled with soup stock.

"Whoa!"

When he heard that each person only had one bowl, Brother Flathead was not happy. He quickly threw away his little iron fist, walked to Ye Feng, and in front of him, took out an oversized ceramic bowl with a diameter of half a meter.

“Such a big bowl!”
Chapter completed!