Zhang Yang stood by, silently watching Cangsong cook the fish.

He noticed that this guy really had a knack for it, carrying all the necessary equipment with him—pots, bowls, and plates—all kinds of "seasonings" that emitted strong spiritual power fluctuations, clearly all spiritual materials.

"Old Daoist, are you sure these things aren't poisonous?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously, looking at Cangsong.

Cangsong focused on cooking the fish, not even glancing at Zhang Yang. "You can doubt me at other times, but not now."