"What are you trying to do?!"
"Let go of me! I am the Spirit Chef personally appointed by the Xuanming Immortal Duo. If you delay the subsequent Spiritual Meal like this, can you bear the consequences?"
Under the escort of two golden skeletal guards, led by a barbarian monk with a large head and thick neck, a motley crew of over ten people in a so-called 'professional team' was brought to the Great Hall.
Upon seeing the barbarian monk at the head of the group, the Xuanming Immortal Duo immediately exploded with fury.
Boom! Boom!
A dish of Spirit Fruit salad drenched in creamy white sauce, a plate of bizarre fish roe concoction, and a jug of milky white wine instantly floated up, landing in front of the barbarian monk.
"Kuerbat, taste these yourself. Tell me, what exactly is the problem with the flavor of these things!" Xuangui demanded coldly.
Even now, he felt his mouth flooded with a strange taste, lingering in his stomach for a long time without dispersing.
