Nandoi, the junior disciple of the Moon Slayers, had never been one to indulge in fine cuisine. With nothing but meager provisions growing up, the idea of gourmet meals had been a distant fantasy. If he had a bowl of plain rice seasoned with a bit of seawater, that was more than enough to be thankful for—a meal he could scarf down, barely keeping the hunger at bay.

Even though the senior disciples often bullied and mistreated the juniors, as long as there was food on the table, Nandoi could endure his life as a junior disciple in the sect.