The soup with rice was served in a sea-sized bowl, as large as a person's face.
Plump grains of rice soaked in a thick, custard-yellow broth. Under the lights, they shimmered like brilliant pearls.
A faint wisp of steam curled upwards, and the person closest to the bowl caught a whiff of a peculiar fragrance.
It was fresh, yet carried a mouth-watering aroma.
This Demon Sect disciple couldn't help but swallow. An intense feeling of emptiness suddenly emanated from his stomach.
If he remembered correctly, this long-forgotten sensation was what mortals called "hunger."
Logically, with his level of Cultivation, he had long since reached the Fasting Realm. He had no need for food, nor should he be able to feel "hunger."
But now, he was truly and genuinely feeling "hungry."
The next second, under the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he picked up his spoon as if possessed and dug out half a spoonful of the soup with rice.
