Shen Bing had expected the God of Food to keep him waiting for quite a while. Instead, within just a few minutes, a slightly plump man dressed in refined attire appeared before him.
He had to be the God of Food. This God of Food Hall was so deserted that not even a ghost could be seen; there was no one else he could be.
This guy's pretty punctual.
Shen Bing quietly gave the God of Food a thumbs-up.
There was a trace of weariness on the God of Food's face, but frustration and misery were far more apparent.
"May I ask your name, High Immortal? What brings you to the God of Food Hall?" The God of Food spoke with impeccable courtesy.
That was understandable. After all, he had effectively been the head of the Jade Emperor's imperial kitchens. It was only after the Immortal Realm banned eating living beings that his talents became useless, forcing him away from the realm's center of power. Still, he had never forgotten the etiquette he had cultivated over the years.
Shen Bing adopted the air of a lofty, worldly-detached master—which hardly counted as putting on an act now, since he was already a True Immortal.
"I am the Mist-Ethereal Adept. I recently heard that you were troubled over preparations for the Peach Banquet, so I came to see you, hoping I might help ease your worries."
The God of Food looked delighted at first, only to slump in dejection again. "No one can resolve my troubles unless the Immortal Realm lifts the Edict Banning the Eating of Living Beings. But that is impossible."
Shen Bing's expression remained unchanged. "Oh? Why don't you tell me about it first?"
The God of Food paused in surprise. What was there to explain? What god in