Walker Of The Worlds

2755  A Headache For Lin Mu

It was nighttime, and everyone was gathered for the much-anticipated new dish that Little Shrubby had prepared.

A thick, velvety soup filled the bowls before them. Not a single chunk of meat could be seen, for everything had been blended into the broth, making it an optimal source of nutrition. The Qi and vital essence infused within it were enough to invigorate an immortal with just a single bowl.

The rich aroma wafted through the air, tantalizing the senses and rousing appetites. Yet, amidst the eager faces, Lin Mu alone bore an expression that seemed as though he had just caught a whiff of something profoundly foul. His brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to Lin Mu's strange expression, Meng Bai animatedly narrated his eventful day, punctuating every sentence with enthusiastic hand gestures.

"She then said, 'Strategy Number Seventeen: Beating the bastards in the dark!'" Meng Bai declared.

"And then?" Daoist Chu asked, his face alight with amusement.

"Then they beat everyone up! I didn't see much since it was pitch dark, and we got away fast, but they said they twisted the legs of every single one of them and—oh yeah—they left that man completely bald!" Meng Bai exclaimed.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Daoist Chu erupted into laughter, nearly knocking over his soup bowl. "Good! Good! I would've done the same!"