A mid-sized, thousand-feet-long Immortal Boat sailed through the clouds, and within a cabin on its deck,
A man and a woman were guzzling fine wine and wolfing down a table full of delicious food.
"Awesome!"
The woman displayed a boldness that starkly contrasted with her petite five-and-a-half-foot frame, as she grabbed the wine jar and gulped down its contents.
"The food at Three Pure Mountain almost gave this lady a Heart Demon. It's not a monastery, yet they insist on blandness, even using spells on meat to remove the taste."
She gnawed on a large chicken leg, her mouth greasy, her voice carrying an air of profound mystery.
"Bears hibernate eating fat not flesh, all living beings struggle just for a taste of this grease. If cultivation means no eating meat or drinking wine, then what's the point of it."
