A plate of greyish-white brain matter, still steaming slightly, lay quietly on the table, its aroma swirling in the air.
"Eat it. Today's portion." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in the Human Immortal Cave, his eyes slightly closed, gazing at the statue of the White Scale God opposite him.
The statue trembled slightly, without any other motion.
"This is all there is now. If you don't eat it, I'll just take it away." Zhang Rongfang said flatly.
After a moment of silence, a fine silver thread slowly emerged from the statue's single eye, gradually creeping into the brain matter.
"This is how the environment is; if you don't adapt, you'll suffer." Zhang Rongfang sighed. "Think about it: compared to before when you were always sleeping underground, isn't it much better now that you have something to eat every day?"
White Scale God: "..."
She felt something was off with herself, and the other party's words didn't entirely make sense either, but she didn't know how to refute them.
