Golden-roasted bird wings rested on a massive platter, waves of pure light energy pulsing in and out of the meat while releasing a rich, savory aroma.
Pompeii took a satisfying bite, muttering, "Seeing those bird-men's wings always used to make me sick, but they actually taste pretty good."
Lixiang smiled faintly and poured himself a cup of Hanliang wine. At a thousand gold coins a cup, brewed by a top-tier Divine Tier herbalist master brewer, it was a remarkably smooth drink.
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