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The next morning, Yang Jing woke just as the sky began to lighten.
After breaking through to the Huajin Realm, his spirit had improved significantly. Even though he had gone to bed late, he felt no fatigue upon waking, only a body brimming with energy.
He pushed open the door and was greeted by the aroma of cooking meat.
Yang An was already up and busy in the kitchen. Seeing him, he smiled and said, "Brother Jing, you're awake? Go wash up. Breakfast will be ready in a moment."
Breakfast was simple: a large basin of superior-grade Exotic Beast Meat stewed until tender and black, a bowl of horse meat, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a few white flour steamed buns.
Yang Jing didn't stand on ceremony, sitting down and tucking in with gusto.
His appetite was excellent. In one go, he devoured the nearly two pounds of Exotic Beast Meat in the basin, leaving it clean.
It was only when he put down his bowl and chopsticks that he noticed something was off.
