Chen Yan looked at these loose cultivators...
Each one had tattered clothes, draped in fur coats, sporting scruffy beards, and covered in the kind of stale greasy smell of someone who hasn't bathed for days, with oily hair to match.
Where's the slightest hint of a proper cultivator here?
This feels like a pure bunch of mercenary scoundrels!
The food on the table was quite sumptuous, though Chen Yan couldn't recognize most of the dishes. He only identified a portion of roast meat that should be beast meat because he felt warmth rising in his stomach after eating it.
As for the others, they remained unidentifiable, especially a plate of green-leafed vegetables Chen Yan couldn't recognize. Perhaps it's some kind of local vegetable from the Domain Realm.
But there's just this one plate of vegetables on the table—one could expect in such a harsh climate that vegetables are probably the rarest and most precious.
