Bu Fang's slender and thin finger flicked the ice cover lightly. Immediately, the cover emitted a faint cracking sound.
A beam of white true energy burst forth from Bu Fang's finger, then rumbled unrestrainedly into the ice cover. Subsequently, under everyone's astonishment, the ice cover started to become a blossoming flower bud, unfurling petal by petal.
The ice-cold chilliness within the ice cover soared like a mushroom cloud, ramming into the ceiling and surging out.
One light ray, then two blossomed densely from the white porcelain plate. Everyone's gaze reflected the delicate brilliance.
However, it had gone beyond everyone's expectations. The fragrance they had imagined did not rise up to the brilliance circulating in front of their eyes. There was no pervading strong fragrance. It was something very inconceivable because, to the majority of them, the aroma of the dish was the prerequisite they used to determine whether a dish would be delicious.
