"Rumble... rumble... rumble…"
A loud rumbling rang out from within Lu Sheng's body incessantly.
His stomach was like a bottomless pit. Copious amounts of vegetables and braised meat mixed with rice were stuffed in his mouth and swallowed after a few chews.
Lu Sheng sat alone in the dining hall, with a group of guards standing by him. But at the sight of how he ate, everyone gulped hard. Just watching him eat made one feel bloated.
"News! The Head of Transformation Clan is here!" a guard outside the door shouted.
Lu Sheng put down the large bowl in his hands and wiped his mouth.
"Bring him over."
In this era in which Crimson Whale Sect lorded over all the sects in Northern Lands, his words were like the royal edict in the Northern Lands—nobody dared defy him.
It was late autumn. Pale rays of sunlight fell into the dining hall through the doors. While it was insufficient to warm up the place, it alleviated the cold.