Saint Spirit Sky, the square of the branch of the God of Cookery Meeting.
In Xiao Changtian's room, Xiao Changtian slowly walked towards the small pot.
She opened the lid of the pot, picked up a spoon, and put it into her mouth.
"Hmm, not bad. This is the taste."
Xiao Changtian said slowly as he tasted it.
Then, he placed the pot on a plate at the side and slowly brought it out.
As soon as he stepped out of his room, Xiao Changtian saw that all the participants were already outside.
What was going on? Was he the last one?
Then, Xiao Changtian ignored the contestants and walked up with his pot.
"I don't know which god killed him. He actually snatched all the spiritual power in my dishes."
"Me too. I don't know what happened, but I didn't give an explanation."
The other contestants didn't bother with Xiao Changtian and were talking to each other.
Although Xiao Changtian was carrying a small pot, they had seen someone try it before.
