"Poor Eastern Desolation Emperor, who knows how long it had been since he had eaten cooked food. When the scent of roasting meat wafted out, he started drooling while talking."
When Yang Zhen turned his head back, the Eastern Desolation Emperor was busily wiping his mouth. Catching Yang Zhen's gaze, his eyes widened instantly and he said, "I mean, what is this thing you're roasting? It smells quite good!"
"Cumin-flavored, super crispy!" Yang Zhen glanced at the Eastern Desolation Emperor and shook his head, "But you can't eat it yet."
Hearing that the meat was not yet eatable, the Eastern Desolation Emperor's drooling stopped and his curiosity shifted to the formation Yang Zhen was engraving.
"Kid, what kind of formation is this that can actually shift the power of heaven and earth's thunder and lightning? Truly ingenious work."
Expertise has its own focus, and even if the Eastern Desolation Emperor was an emperor, he didn't understand everything.
