The flames flickered, and the aroma of meat filled the air.
At night, in the Stone Forest on Soul Island, silver fire flickered like stars.
Above the bonfire, chunks of meat were roasted golden, with fat dripping onto the fire, sizzling and emanating an exotic aroma that made mouths water. Coupled with thousands of years' worth of Divine Liquor, the fragrance here was intoxicating.
"So fragrant, it's my first time tasting Celestial God meat!" Shi Hao's eyes sparkled brightly. He tore off a piece from the golden roasted bird wing and stuffed it into his mouth, looking very delighted.
"I haven't tasted Celestial God meat for hundreds of thousands of years either," said the Soul Ancestor, hair disheveled and sitting cross-legged in the Stone Forest, as he gobbled meat and drank wine by the bowlful.
Ever since the Curse intensified, he had been muddled all these hundreds of thousands of years, unable to even consider enjoyment, spending his days in a daze.
