Old Tiger Zhao's body began to tremble.
A little at first.
Then violently.
Like he was channeling heaven's lightning through his spine.
Dou Xinshi took a cautious step back, arms half-raised in a pose that screamed 'I might need backup from a healer or maybe even a spiritual master.'
"Old man?"
No response.
Just more shaking.
More dramatic sniffing.
With one fist clenched to the ceiling and eyes rolling slightly back, Old Tiger Zhao cried out.
"It heard me, kid! The divine dessert realm has spoken!"
Dou Xinshi stared at Old Tiger Zhao. The ancient body cultivator genuinely appeared on the verge of transcending and short-circuiting at the same time.
Dou Xinshi was equal parts concern and judgment.
The old man was clearly losing it again!
"Old man, you're acting as if this thing cured your body, and soul."
Still, Dou Xinshi turned his head toward the new chocolate ice cream machine.
His expression went blank for a second.
Then solemn.
"…Okay. Valid."
