"This... this... this...!!!"
Komatsu had been left utterly speechless.
He pointed at the pot of soup, then at the cloth in Ye Chuan's hand, feeling as though his brain had completely crashed.
Fifty years... had just... passed like that?
This wasn't a matter of powerful combat strength anymore!
This was a miracle!
This was control over time! Power that only a creator god could possess!
"All right, stop staring."
Ye Chuan casually put away the Time Cloth, took out several bowls, filled them with soup, and handed them to everyone.
"Try it. The taste of legend."
His hands trembling, Komatsu accepted the bowl of rich soup that could drive every chef in the world wild.
He lowered his head and took a gentle sip.
Boom!!!!
The instant the soup entered his mouth, it was as though hundreds of millions of stars exploded in his mind at once!
The flavors of countless ingredients swept over his taste buds like surging waves, one after another!
His Gourmet Cells cheered, leaped with joy, and evolved!
He seemed to see countless top chefs decades ago, working day and night to complete this soup, pouring all their souls and passion into it!
It was the mellow fragrance of history, the richness accumulated over time, the crystallization of countless chefs' dreams!
Tears slipped from his eyes, unstoppable.
But they were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of happiness and deep emotion!
Komatsu raised his head and looked at the man leisurely savoring his soup.
At that moment, all the awe in Komatsu's heart transformed into an entirely new feeling.
It was absolute faith!
With a thud.
Komatsu set down his soup bowl and knelt before Ye Chuan, prostrating himself fully on the ground.
With every ounce of strength in his body, he solemnly swore:
"Mr.