Although the translation yam had almost no enhancement for combat, for Feng Xue at that moment, it was more important than merely increasing his combat power.
Although the remarks written on it made one feel uneasy, after confirming there were no suspicious cuts on the item, Feng Xue still chose to prioritize survival.
He lowered his head, occasionally resting his hand against his cheek as if in deep thought, and at that moment, the excess part of the towel wrapped around the handcuffs served as the best disguise.
At this moment, Feng Xue felt as if he was sneakily eating snacks during class years ago, only this time, the stakes were much higher.
"The texture is good, but it's unseasoned, eating it dry would feel quite strange..." The knowledge associated with the 'Chef' tag in Feng Xue's mind made him subconsciously evaluate the taste of the magic yam, but he wasn't insane enough to pull out salt to season it.