Yunumen dining hall, it is lunchtime, the whole dining hall is bustling, very lively.

Suddenly, there was a scream:

"Damn it, there's a fly in my rice!"

The screamer was a woman with a round face and general appearance. Looking at her age in her twenties or so, her name was Lingxin. It has been eight years since she joined the Yunumen Gate and she has achieved eight-fold refining.

Hearing Lingxin's scream, we unconsciously looked into her bowl. Everyone was a practitioner and had excellent eyesight. Sure enough, we found a cooked fly in Lingxin's bowl of rice.

"Nausea! Whoa! "

A burst of retching came, but a female disciple...