At that, the burly, golden-haired man suddenly let out a wail and toppled face-first to the ground.
At the same time, the fourth person in the third row on the left and the leftmost two people in the last row cried out and collapsed one after another, never to stir again.
"A hundred years of bitter cultivation, all for this little bit of power, and you still chose to court death!"
Xu Yi sighed, then looked helplessly at Qing Mingzi. "What, you don't know how?"
"I do, I do! I can do it!"
Qing Mingzi lowered his eyes and meekly took up a knife and fork. He went to the Osmanthus Vinegar Fish and carefully sliced the fish, picking out its crystalline, snow-white bones one by one. In an instant, his eyes were red.
"Hey, you monk glowing gold, got any sense? Didn't you hear the soup in the pot is about to boil dry? Put out the fire and serve me some soup!"
Xu Yi pointed at Golden Light Buddha, who had rushed forward first, and snapped.
Golden Light Buddha drew a deep breath. "Mr. Xu, I am Yin Jizi, the patriarch of the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom. I believe the misunderstanding between the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom and Great Yue—"
Xu Yi rolled his eyes. "What misunderstanding? Why are you blathering? Are you serving the soup or not? Fine, someone else!"
"I'll serve it!"
Yin Jizi sprang up, took the soup bowl, swiftly put out the fire, and ladled out two brimming bowls.
"At least you know what's good for you!"
Xu Yi glanced at him. "Go over there and serve my little sister."
Yin Jizi promptly took up the chopsticks and began serving her food.
"Don't just stand there. Show some sense. If you're supposed to pass dishes, pass