"Wow, there's so much delicious food—can I eat it?"
The woman, naturally sociable, asked while locating some chopsticks, found a bowl, then filled it with rice, sat down on a chair—the very one the lady Immortal was previously seated on.
Unperturbed, she consumed mouthfuls of rice and dishes, thoroughly enjoying them.
She completely ignored the Master of Biluo Peak, showing no signs of apprehension around strangers.
Nor did she fear poison.
The woman was genuinely hungry, having fled from a marriage; she steadfastly avoided certain inns, fearing they'd surely detect her if she dined at guesthouses or hotels.
Along her journey, she had to survive on dry rations. Sometimes she'd catch a Demonic Beast in the great mountains but dared not cook them openly.
She had been surviving on pills, starving for a long time.
The food cooked by the lady Immortal was indeed enticing, fragrant, and delicious on the palate.
