Bi Ji's Worldview Collapses: The God, a Cook?

Lin Feng finally sat up straight.

He picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew on the steam, his movements unhurried.

His deep eyes swept across the room, taking in every gossip-hungry face that practically screamed, "Tell us something juicy."

Bi Ji held her breath.

Qian Daoliu craned his neck.

Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and the others had even forgotten to take another sip of the pearl milk tea in front of them.

Finally.

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Lin Feng slowly opened his mouth.

"Because..."

There was a perfectly measured rasp in his voice, making it sound full of stories.

Bi Ji's heart leaped into her throat.

Here it came!

The answer that could change the future of their soul beast race!

"Because I felt like it."

"Pffft—!"

A mouthful of milk tea Hu Liena had just sucked in, along with three bouncy black pearls, sprayed straight out. Luckily, she reacted quickly enough to cover her mouth, preventing a dining-table disaster.

Qian Daoliu staggered, nearly losing his footing. His forehead smacked directly into the doorframe with a dull thud.

The expression on Bi Ji's face froze completely.

Those three light, casual words had smashed her mind blank.

W-What?

Because he felt like it?

That was it?

What kind of reason was that?!

Their soul beast race had staked its future on this top-secret investigation, only to receive a single, "Because I felt like it"?

Bi Ji wiped at the nonexistent cold sweat on her forehead. She felt like she could no longer maintain her gentle expression. Her lips twitched as she forced out a dry remark.

"Lord God, you truly are... free-spirited."

Lin Feng set down his teacup and smiled faintly, seemingly quite satisfied with everyone's reactions.

He rested his chin on one hand, his gaze leaving Bi