C759 Let Bygones be Bygones

The soup was like a dancing fairy that was churning in Zhao Ziloong's mouth.

The soul-piercing taste instantly conquered Zhao Ziloong's taste buds.

With him as the center, he felt the rich flavor within the soup spread outwards in all directions, as if it had formed an inherent space. He floated in this space like a happy angel.

Everywhere the taste passed, all the pores on his body opened up