Laughter echoed through the halls of the Loon Family Pearl Cave.
Kent leaned against a coral pillar, arms folded, quietly observing the scene before him. Tables were packed with disciples, servants, spirit beasts, and curious nobles who couldn't resist the magnetic pull of the heavenly aroma. Kent's dishes were more than food—they were alchemy that charmed the senses.
His spirit pets devoured their share in gluttonous delight. The blue-winged panther smacked its lips with glowing satisfaction. A golden squirrel stuffed shrimp dumplings into its cheeks. The arrogant thunder toad, previously too proud to eat with others, was now snorting joyfully into a bowl of spirit-boiled crab legs.
The air rang with mirth. But much of the laughter, unfortunately for one person, was directed toward Sana Loon.
"Lady Sana nearly turned the kitchen into a volcano!" one servant giggled.
"I heard she mistook salt for beast gunpowder," another chimed in.
