Bab 81: Chapter 80: Conscience Is Merit

Just as everyone fell into silence, a soft sound erupted nearby.

Song Yin silently picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began to eat hastily, emptying a bowl of rice in an instant.

"Senior brother?" asked Zhang Fei Xuan with a hint of confusion.

Song Yin put down his bowl and chopsticks, pointed at their food, and commanded, "Finish it."

With their senior brother insisting, the two didn't object; Zhang Fei Xuan put down his folding fan and started to eat.

Wang Qizheng snorted coldly at the man, sat back down, and quickly devoured his bowl of rice.

His build was broad and rugged, with a large mouth that made the bowl, which could fill an ordinary person's hand, seem like a teacup to him, and it certainly didn't last long.

Zhang Fei Xuan might have looked elegant, but he was no less efficient when it came to eating, after all, as a Qi Cultivator, their appetite was naturally incomparable to that of a common mortal.