As it turns out, Luo Yan really shouldn't have had any significant expectations for the "delicacies" of the Underworld.
Even in a place like Demon City, the food he could accept could be counted on one hand.
No matter the culinary heritage of the Elf Clan in the isolated Utopia, for the Dark Night Elves of the Gray Wind Tribe, those traditions were over a thousand years ago.
The banquet was held in a gigantic tree house, where all the furniture seemed to have grown directly from the trunks. Whether it was the tables and chairs or the lamps entwined with vines.
The vegetarian dishes were delivered by fluttering Elemental Spirits, entering through the windows like flickering fireflies, placing plates of oddly shaped foods onto the uneven long table, accompanied by melodious music.
Looking at the myriad of "delicacies" competing with each other in the plates, Luo Yan was momentarily at a loss as to where to start and could only seek help by looking at Terrell seated next to him.
