Watching these people "fancy skiing," chunks of snow smoothly slid into their stomachs, the expressions of the Demon Cultivators present grew increasingly shocked.
They were extremely skilled, something that couldn't be achieved in a day, likely due to doing such things often within their own families.
Absolutely not just a temporary facade.
"Ahem." After a few coughs, a Demon Cultivator broke the silence.
"Actually, come to think of it, it's not that bad."
"Eating snow is acceptable."
"The essence of snow is water, one of the basic components of life."
No one could object.
Drinking water by eating snow can be understood, but the way they eat is just too flamboyant.
Walking, standing, sitting, lying down, how could they unleash themselves so completely, performing without a care in the world?
Even a few people in charge couldn't help but feel strange when they saw this scene and started whispering softly among themselves.
