At Gluttony Square, an unceasing perfect melody from two-string instruments came out from high floating platforms. The aroma of food filled the entire Glutton God's Building.
The Top 100 Chefs on the Tablet of Gluttony all looked earnest. They were sitting cross-legged on the high platforms to listen to a white-headed and white-browed old man named Chu Changsheng.
His voice wandered, filling the air.
So many experts sitting on the high platforms were interested in his words. Actually, they didn't understand what Chu Changsheng was talking about, but it wasn't an obstacle for them to respond to Chu Changsheng's profound implication.
Chu Changsheng was actually a rare talent. The Saint Sons from other regions didn't dare to disrespect him.
Munch munch munch!
At such a serious scene, munching sounds echoed continually.
Someone had a twitch on his mouth and instinctively turned to that direction.
