I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night

The soup made from the Cloud Wing Bird was thick and white, with a delicious taste.

Without using green onions or ginger to remove any gameyness, and without adding any other ingredients, merely throwing the Cloud Wing Bird into boiling water yielded this effect.

"If we added a bit of salt, it would taste even better."

Little White Ape shuffled forward and muttered, "Too bad we didn’t bring any."

"There... there’s some here..."

The middle-aged man stuttered as he spoke, hurrying to open his knapsack, rummaging for a while before he managed to pull out a palm-sized leather pouch, which was further wrapped in a soft layer of tree bark and ultimately in a layer of oiled cloth.

Inside was only a pinch of salt, already damp and turned yellow, obviously treasured for a long time, saved frugally for today.

Such quality of salt, even if placed in Linjiang Square of High Willow City, would be considered the poorest type of inferior salt.

Lin Yan smiled, pinched some between his fingers, and sprinkled it into the soup, remarking, "Lake salt? I remember in Qifeng Prefecture, they usually use sea salt transported from Coastal City..."

"Three hundred miles to the west, in the area of Residual Prison Mansion, there’s a lake. As long as you burn three sticks of incense, the Divine Spirit of the lake won’t mete out punishment, and might even lend assistance."

The middle-aged man whispered softly, "Around the lake, the surrounding mountains and forests have a unique type of tree that bear fruit during the summer, capable of sustaining many people... Each year before summer, several households would find a Pure Land near there to reside in until late autumn."