C226 God Prompting Fist

Inhaling the aromatic tendrils of the Winter Melon Soup before her, Hsu Qinghong's nostrils flared, and she was utterly enraptured, unable to resist its allure.

With a moment's hesitation, she lifted the bowl and took a sip.

Instantly, Qinghong felt her soul ascend. The sweet, delicate flavor danced on her lips, ineffably delightful.

After a bite of the winter melon