Fake Snake

Just like the previous day, Xue Wei was eating on his own while Lan joined the captains, generals, and the commander at the podium that was at the opposite end of the kitchen in the dining hall's tent.

The food was not as extravagant as it had been the night before, but it was not much worse either.

There were almost no mortal plants or meats in the meal; all of it was beneficial to cultivators, to increase their cultivation base, to purify their bodies of pill toxins or imperfections, including various plants to strengthen the body itself.

Xue Wei ensured that he ate every single last bite on his plate before he rose from his seat and went outside the tent to wait for Lan.

Usually, he would never wait for that madman of a prophet, but since the latter had promised to teach him something today, he was secretly feeling excited.