Conversion

"This flight is about to end. Please prepare yourselves."

The flight attendant's voice came through the cabin speakers.

As Orsaga slowly set down his cutlery,

a flight attendant stepped behind him of her own accord, elegantly untied his napkin, and tidied his clothes while she was at it.

In the mood for idle conversation, Orsaga asked Wanwan,

"How was the meal? Did the food here suit your taste?"

"The flavor was merely passable. It could not compare to the food made by the Esophagus Cultivators within the Yin Kui Sect..."

As a powerful world with a sufficiently long history of development,

the Heavenly Net True Realm naturally had all manner of auxiliary professions besides those martial cultivators whose sole occupation was fighting.

But generally speaking, if one could become a king and dominate all beneath heaven, who would want to be a cook, a gardener, or something of that sort?

Thus, even if no one said it aloud, those professions were practically defaulted to being lowly forms of cultivation, utterly disregarded.

Upon hearing her words,

Diana Fryer, the temporary steward for this trip, immediately stiffened.

Though she did not understand what an Esophagus Cultivator was, nor did she understand what the Heavenly Net True Realm was, she was deeply afraid that Wanwan might be dissatisfied with this meal.

That sort of responsibility was absolutely not something she could bear...

Or rather, even all the staff aboard this private jet combined could not bear it.

Fortunately, Wanwan still had more to say.

"But among mortals, the chefs here should be considered outstanding."

It was barely enough to give her a shot in the arm.

Her legs, which had nearly gone weak, regained their strength.

After calmly taking being defined as outstanding among mortals as praise, Diana Fryer wiped the cold sweat