Wang Pangzi's status in the Sacred Court was not low.
The food workshop under his command held tremendous authority over many younger disciples.
After all, the food from the workshop was immensely beneficial for the younger generation's Foundation Establishment and could alter their aptitudes.
As everyone knew, in the later stages of cultivation, one had to rely on one's comprehension of the Great Dao. No amount of absorbing heaven and earth spiritual qi would be of use.
But in the early stages of cultivation, aptitude and talent were of utmost importance.
One step ahead meant every step ahead.
There were so many peers of the same age. If you relaxed even slightly, others would overtake you.
Thus, the food workshop's position was anything but ordinary.
And as the master of the food workshop, Wang Pangzi naturally wielded considerable power.
Of course, that depended on whom he was compared to.
The thirty-six Sacred Emperors already occupied the upper ranks of the Sacred Court.
Wang Pangzi naturally could not compare to them.
He walked forward with a smile and said, "Greetings, Dragon Python Sacred Emperor. May I ask what instructions you have?"
Generally speaking, Sacred Emperors rarely came to the food workshop.
After all, they did not need spiritual food to enhance their aptitudes.
At their level, unless it was a scarce divine medicine, it was difficult for anything to move them.
"I heard that you often prepare Blood Food for Haotian?" the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor asked.
Wang Pangzi froze.
The matter of Blood Food was hardly honorable.
But because of Haotian's identity, everyone understood without speaking of it, keeping one eye open and one eye shut.
He did not understand why the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor had suddenly made a trip here over this matter.
So he cautiously replied, "I