"Can't deny it, this roast chicken tastes pretty good," Li Zhoujun said, sitting by the campfire with a chicken leg in hand, his mouth greasy as he smacked his lips.

The wild chicken was lean but not tough, its aroma filling the air. Truly, it was worthy of being a chicken from the Immortal Realm.

Li Zhoujun didn't have many hobbies these days, but he had a particular fondness for roast chicken. Paired with a pot of fragrant Immortal Brew, it was indeed a life better than that of a living Immortal.

As Li Zhoujun enjoyed his roast chicken, Gong Hongzhuang, leading five Heavenly Immortals, arrived at the gates of Guangyang City.