Zhao Yuan had been inspecting the progress at the construction site when he received a call from Hao Li. He immediately walked off the site and demanded in astonishment, "What did you say? The Raccoon Dog Meat was a success, but it's inedible? What's that supposed to mean?"
Hao Li let out a long sigh and recounted, "The Raccoon Dog Meat finished cooking at seven this morning. The moment it was out of the pot, Cheng Haoyu couldn't wait to scoop up a piece to test its flavor and effects. But as soon as he swallowed a small bite, his entire body became scalding hot, and he spiked a high fever. I touched him, and his temperature was like a furnace. It's a good thing he's a Cultivator, with a constitution far beyond that of a normal person. Otherwise, if he wasn't burned to death, he would've been left with meningitis!"
"Something like that can happen?" Zhao Yuan was astonished.
