C295 The Swallow Cloud Mystic Armor(3)

His words floated through the white mist rising from the iron pot before him, landing softly in Old Prince Li Yi's bowl. Upon hearing Ye Zi's remark, the old prince quietly set down his steaming soup, tore a piece of crumbly flatbread, and tossed it into the charcoal fire.

As he watched the flatbread turn crispy, it released the rich aroma of rice and wheat. Eventually