"The base was just the most ordinary One-Horned Pig meat, with a little leek added."
"Ingredients that lousy, and that dark-skinned cook turned them into Creation Treasure Liquid that could help people break through realms! Calling his skill turning rot into miracles wouldn't be an exaggeration."
The round-faced man picked up the thread.
"Just imagine, if you gave that dark-skinned cook the meat of a Pureblood Creature, what sort of heaven-defying divine treasure could he serve up?"
"Those noble houses are all shouting about killing them and carrying out heaven's justice in public."
"But behind closed doors, who doesn't want to capture that cook and enshrine him like an ancestor in their family's secret grounds?"
Understanding dawned on the tall, thin young man.
"No wonder. So it was all a smokescreen. But that 'Loves Drinking Beast Milk' is terrifying too. He broke through the Void God Realm's extreme realm, has heaven-defying combat strength, and has offended plenty of noble powers."
The gray-robed old man stroked his sparse beard and sighed.
"Those two are practically walking slabs of juicy meat. Every power in the Desolate Region is searching for them."
"Unfortunately, they vanished off the face of the earth after being expelled. A while ago, someone in the Void God Realm spread word that they would come to the Heaven Mending Pavilion, so everyone's camped out here."
Shi Hou raised his large, furry hand and scratched his chin.
So all these people were looking for him because they wanted to snatch him up as their personal cook.
Shi Hao leaned over, his pale, chubby face brimming with discontent.
"Skinny Monkey, they called me a walking slab of juicy meat. Fine, I can live with that, but why do they only want to capture you? Why doesn't anyone want to take me