The Patriarch stood.
"Esteemed guests, champions, friends and juniors from many worlds," he said, his voice carrying without effort through the entire hall. "Tonight, we celebrate the end of the Great Martial Fist King Tournament. We celebrate strength, will, and the path of the body."
With a wave of his hand, servants and formation puppets began moving. Long tables extended from the walls, forming curved lines around the hall. Dishes floated in on spiritual platforms, glowing with rich energy.
The food was unbelievable.
There were roasted beast legs larger than carts, steaming with immortal essence. Bowls of shimmering marrow soup that released waves of vitality. Plates of golden muscle fruit that pulsed faintly like hearts. Crystal jellies made from condensed immortal essence that glowed like stars.
Lin Mu could feel the power in them even without tasting.
"This is body cultivator food," Daoist Chu muttered. "Meng Bai, do not eat from Lin Mu's side."
