Once the spirit beast egg was placed into the wok, it gave a sizzling sound, the oil splattered and a gust of smoke rushed out, suffused with the thick aroma of the egg which instantly permeated the room.
Bu Fang held the wok with one hand, allowing the fluid egg to flow freely in it, coagulating. In no time, the egg white was shimmering in a lustrous hue like a beautiful jade. Embedded in the center of the white was the yolk, as exquisite as a dazzling topaz.
Bu Fang's expression was calm. He shook his hand, and in a flash, the sunny-side-up was hoisted into the air, making a stunning somersault in the arch of heaven before dropping back to the wok.
The crowd was bewildered. Their gaze followed the path of the sunny-side-up, flinging up then back down to the wok. It was comical to see every head raised and lowered in unison.
