She looked like a saintly god of the hearth, graciously providing salvation to her weary flock.
Gu Zhiwei, the Golden Retriever, was the first to break.
He practically scrambled across the glowing moss on his hands and knees, tears welling up in his brilliant golden eyes as he accepted the massive bowl from her hands.
"Brother Lin..." Zhiwei wept, his voice cracking with sheer, unfiltered emotional exhaustion. "I thought you hated us. I thought you were going to let us starve to teach us a lesson about martial discipline. You... you are truly the most merciful, compassionate soul in the Azure Empire!"
"Haha, ah. Eat up, Zhiwei," Ji'an cooed sweetly, patting the Holy Son on his broad, trembling shoulder. "You need your strength. A growing boy needs his nutrients. Don't be shy, there is plenty for everyone!"
The floodgates opened.
Lu Jianheng, the Sword Lord, stepped forward.
