“Enough stalling and drink it already, Joyless! What if it tastes worse after it’s turned cold?” Gao Ningan urged.0

“What a good friend you are, you bastard.” Ye Qing sighed but surrendered to his fate. He scooped a spoonful of Where Goes The Soul, closed his eyes, and poured it into his mouth.0

As soon as the soup entered his mouth, an indescribable taste immediately erupted across his taste buds. It tasted like leftovers that had been submerged in sewage waters for a whole night, and it flowed down his throat like a million stinking vermin struggling to find a way out of his insides. The portion that flowed into his stomach was chewing away at his stomach walls, and the portion that surged into his brain was ripping into his brains.0

Tears immediately streamed down Ye Qing’s face. If he could turn back time…3

The indescribable sensation lasted for a dozen or so breaths when suddenly, they disappeared all at once. It was replaced by an indescribably refreshing feeling that seeped...0