"No mistakes in the writing."
Wen Ping responded indifferently.
He then reached out to take what Shan Hua handed over, without saying much, and directly stored it into his Storage Ring.
Shan Hua seemed puzzled and asked, "But, Sect Leader Wen, those things can at most make some ordinary Spiritual Cuisine. My ancestor is already being corroded by the Innate Poison and doesn't have much time left."
"Do you understand Spiritual Cuisine?"
Wen Ping looked at Shan Hua and countered with a question.
Shan Hua shook his head.
Wen Ping continued, "If you don't understand, then what are you talking about. It's like eating; the side dishes don't matter much, the most important is the main course. If it's good enough, it can turn anything from decay into wonder."
Shan Hua nodded somewhat understandingly.
