Wang Shangqing's mind raced, his thoughts thrown into chaos.
The two terms Zhang Guangmu had mentioned were actually quite easy to understand.
A Time Traveler was, as the name suggested, someone who could cross through time and travel along the timeline.
Reincarnator sounded somewhat similar to Zhang Guangmu, an otherworldly traveler, but after thinking it over carefully, there seemed to be a fundamental difference between them.
Wang Shangqing still wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Zhang Guangmu acted like a charlatan. Gazing at the eastern sky, he said leisurely, "Get some good rest! You'll meet one of them very soon, while the other one..."
"As long as you keep growing and improving, and don't die halfway, you'll definitely meet him."
Hearing this, Wang Shangqing immediately became interested.
He would meet one of them very soon?
Since Zhang Guangmu had told him to get some good rest...
Was he hinting that he would soon clash with either the Time Traveler or the Reincarnator?
With that thought, Wang Shangqing folded his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to rest.
During this time, many chefs from Shangqing Culinary Skills Co., Ltd. also presented their dishes one after another.
Zhang Guangmu refused none of them, commenting on each dish's strengths and shortcomings.
Almost every chef regarded Zhang Guangmu's casual comments as priceless treasures.
After this interaction, the already favorable impression the people of Shangqing Culinary Skills Co., Ltd. had of Zhang Guangmu became even better.
If anyone tried to badmouth Zhang Guangmu, these chefs, who had benefited from him, would certainly gang up on them.
The dishes these people made would absolutely be among the best of the best on Earth. They were nearly perfect, and it was almost impossible for