"This is the Haoyue Sect's cultivation zone." Zhou Hao and Murong leisurely led Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian into the cultivation zone as Zhou Hao spoke.
The cultivation zones here could not be entered without permission.
But as long as they were not discovered, it did not matter. So Zhou Hao's group activated an array and swaggered right in.
They had passed several cultivation zones before and entered them the same way to take a look. In any case, no one here could detect them.
Even if they were discovered, at most they would apologize and leave.
"This place differs greatly from the several cultivation zones we saw before." Zhou Hao examined the young sprouts planted around them and spoke softly.
Every cultivation zone they had passed through used different cultivation methods.
Murong stroked Zhou Mu's head and said indifferently, "Divine chefs all have their own cultivation methods. It is perfectly normal for the methods to differ."
"It seems that a certain gap will emerge right from the cultivation stage." Zhou Hao spoke thoughtfully.
Every cultivation method was different, and there were certainly strengths and weaknesses, but for now, it was impossible to distinguish them.
Since they insisted on using their own methods, it proved that they had great confidence in them and all believed theirs to be superior.
Therefore, the distinction between superior and inferior could only be seen in the middle and later stages, perhaps even when the dishes were being cooked.
However, Zhou Hao did not have the time to wait for them to finish cultivating. Ten years was still somewhat too long for him.
Perhaps ten years later, he would no longer be interested in this Divine Chef Competition.
"Come out!"
Just then, a deep voice rang out.
It was not Zhou Hao's, nor Murong's, much