After dinner, Huang Deheng and Old Ling respectfully bid farewell to Li Nianfan and made their way down the Fallen Immortal Mountain. Huang Deheng had tears in his eyes as he muttered, "It's such a waste to dump all that fish soup. My heart clenches at the thought of it."
A bountiful feast that contained the essence of the Wisdom Elite was a one-of-a-kind opportunity for them and yet, they only managed to eat a few bites. It was a feeling worse than death. They would rather eat until they burst and become hungry ghosts in their afterlife.
"I know right? There was a whole pot and I only had five sips. Even so, it took all that I had to drink it…"
Huang Deheng nodded his head sadly and began to sob like a little kid.
"I envy the plants and animals kept in the expert's backyard. They're so lucky. Even the leftovers can create boundless opportunities for them," said Old Ling with a voice full of admiration.