Li Huowang, in a daze, suddenly heard someone calling him,
"Taoist Master! Taoist Master!"
The small-footed man from before tottered toward Li Huowang, examining his face, and said with a flirty smile, "Is Taoist Master planning to leave? Why not stay a few more nights?"
"What on earth are you all doing?" Li Sui, who was extremely curious, suddenly asked.
Upon hearing this, the small-footed man immediately reached out and lifted the lid of a pot next to him. The rising steam dispersed, and a rock the size of a watermelon lay quietly in the boiling pot.
"Making stone soup! This thing is very nourishing! Not only does it stave off hunger after drinking it, but it can also prolong one's life! And as long as you keep boiling it, once the stone is completely soft and you drink it, you can go to the Immortal Realm and enjoy bliss! No more suffering in this Mortal World!"