Everyone present was no stranger to profound insights. They had already guessed what Grandpa Ju had absorbed upon sensing the bone-deep chill emanating from those ice-blue filaments.
Deep winter chill.
Unlike the Law, it was more like a manifestation of the Conception of winter.
Liang Yi was familiar with this, for the energy he absorbed into his Sword Intent from all things during his killing move came from these elements. But he wasn't picky; what he absorbed was even more mixed.
This type of absorption merely extracted a negligible amount of Spiritual Power from the substance itself, with no impact whatsoever on the substance.
Liang Yi didn't care much about Grandpa Ju's antics initially. The path of gourmet seemed irrelevant to him; not every chef was committed to achieving Taoism through cooking, so Liang Yi was merely there for the spectacle.
