Instructing Dan Bao to use Thought Waves to carefully put the fragile pieces of paper back into the box, Qin Lang calmed his rampant emotions and turned to look at Lu Dong.
"Mr. Lu Dong, thank you."
"No need for formalities." Lu Dong shook his head slightly, his face showing a complex expression.
"The ancestors of the Lu family left this note in hopes that one of their descendants would be a Spirit Chef with enough talent to touch the mysteries of the Firestorm technique. It's a pity that all these years, there hasn't been one."
"As you have already touched a bit of the mystery of Firestorm, it's appropriate that you should have a chance to investigate it. More importantly," Mr. Lu Dong's voice paused slightly, "I have a request."
"Please go ahead." Qin Lang nodded without hesitation.
