City S, Taipo Commercial Street.
"Boss, how much is your scallion pancake, pan-fried pork buns, and spring rolls?"
Haoran looked around and was stunned by what he was seeing.
Towering buildings, shops selling different things, the cars speeding away, the people dressed in clean clothes walking down the pedestrian lanes.
There was no sea, no nymphs, no halflings, no mountains, no monsters and Xiao Hua was not here.
The last thing he remembered was he was at the entrance of the Desolate Labyrinth.
After equipping the pot gear, his whole body was struck by immense pain. It took his will to get out of that knowing Xiao Hua was still waiting.
He looked down and saw a table. There was a wok on his right sitting on a stove. On his left were condiments, pots, and noodles strings, sacks of flour, rolling pin, and stacks of bamboo streamers.
