"Mother, this is good, isn't it?"
Xiaoyan tore off a large, crispy bite of the charcoal-grilled Peng's Wings, washing it down with juice made from Peaches of Immortality, and asked with a cheerful laugh.
"Delicious, delicious!"
The exquisite woman held a roasted sweet potato, completely unconcerned with her image. She chewed and chatted happily with Xiaoyan, looking utterly intimate.
In the distance, on a scorched black peak, the Dying Buddha's eyelids twitched. The Emperor Corpse sulked and contemplated the meaning of life. Ben Bo'Erba's drool puddled on the ground. Lu Xuan, sitting off to the side, blinked in bewilderment.
Xiaoyan happily finished the Peach Juice. Seeing that there were no Peaches of Immortality left, the exquisite woman turned her head and called out:
"Haotian, go back to the past Years and pick a few more of the larger Peaches of Immortality. Remember, they have to be Innate Peaches of Immortality..."
