After reminding Xinding a couple of times to focus on cultivating and telling the Skyvault Saint Lord to do his utmost to be a good teacher, Lu Yang drifted away as if he had never appeared.
Only Xinding and the Skyvault Saint Lord were left staring at each other.
The power of immortals was truly unfathomable.
Lu Yang was just about to leave West Heaven City when he sensed someone familiar in the city and smiled knowingly.
"Dear customer, what do you mean by this? You ordered our finest gooey hot pot, but took only one bite and then stopped eating?" The restaurant owner narrowed his eyes and blocked the customer's way, his face fierce.
The customer looked displeased. "Your food tastes terrible, and you're blaming me for not eating it?"
"What do you mean, terrible? You're obviously just making an excuse to ruin our reputation!" the owner roared.
"What, someone doesn't like my cooking?" A burly, stout man came out of the kitchen. The hair on his arms was as thick as the hair on his head, and gooey sauce clung to his fingers.
The owner smugly introduced him. "Our chef competed in the Spiritual Chef Tournament. I don't need to tell you how good he is, do I?"
Their argument quickly drew a crowd of diners. They also thought the gooey hot pot was only average, but the chef had a big reputation. If they said it tasted bad, they'd only be admitting they had poor taste.
The customer was so angry his teeth ground together. If he hadn't been worried about losing face, he would have dropped his disguise long ago.
"What, you can't even say the food tastes bad when it does?" A booming voice echoed through the restaurant.
A tall, slender figure stepped into