"how could this be? how do i fuse my soul power?"
mu xiaoxiao fumbled around for a while but to no avail.
his big eyes blinked as he looked at bai wushang, carefully and with a trace of distress.
after all, brother wushang had said that this was the simplest recipe.
he was actually unable to complete it? this was too embarrassing ...
bai wushang didn't have time to deal with mu xiaoxiao.
he was holding his breath and observing mu tianxing with utmost solemnity.
the black-haired man pointed with a finger and continuously adjusted the amount of soul power he was releasing, the speed of flow, and the degree of condensation ...
however, it was useless. no matter how his soul power changed, even if he forced it into the pot and stirred it continuously.
it also couldn't be fused with half-finished food.
they were like two incompatible parts. although they did not repel each other, they had an exclusive nature.
