Looking at the full storeroom of "pies" and "pot stews," Lu Ping'an felt as if he had returned to the past.
In that irredeemable Secret Realm, it seemed he had also cooked for the descendants of the Octopus...
"The past is but a reflection of history, whatever I did had no significance; but now, I hold the future in my hands..."
Lu Ping'an also knew that even if he destroyed these Invaders before him, it would change nothing; the fall of one or two Quasi-Gods wouldn't even reach the decision-making of the highest levels.
But in the face of the Exotic Realm Invaders, if he didn't "warmly entertain" them, wouldn't he seem awfully impolite?
"... Demonized intestinal parasites, demonized fish lung disease..."
No matter how perfect a match, the Silver-tier toxin used in the "big pot cooking" was meaningless against that monster suspected of being a Quasi-God, other than making it sick.
This time, it was not a mere prank, but a mutual slaughter driven by hatred.
