As for the deadly poison Freya mentioned, Yun Feng did not care about it at all.
For a quasi-immortal like him, the poisons brewed by these mortals were no different from drinking water. They had zero impact on his enjoyment of a good meal.
Freya's cultivation was still shallow, and she was nowhere near the point of being immune to toxins. She sat by and watched in a daze as her master swept through a poisoned feast for two like a whirlwind.
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