Dinnertime arrived, and Xina walked steadily into the room of the female disciples, carrying a tray.
The tray was filled with ordinary home-cooked dishes. The food looked enticing, steaming hot, exquisite yet not extravagant, with each dish emitting an aroma that whetted one's appetite.
Wang Puyu and the others were instantly drawn to it. Days of hunger had left their stomachs growling incessantly, and upon seeing the food, they couldn't help but swallow hard.
Yet there was still hesitation in their eyes as they glanced at each other, with a faint tension filling the air.
Everyone knew clearly that Lin Lang's actions were unpredictable, and none could be sure if he had put something in the food…
As they were torn with indecision, Wang Puyu took a deep breath and said:
"Don't worry, with Evil Lin's strength, if he wanted to harm us, we wouldn't be able to resist at all!"
Her voice was calm and resolute, breaking the oppressive silence.
