The next day, a bright ray tore through the sky and lit up the floor of the room.
Bu Fang sighed softly and walked out of his room.
Zhu Yan and the others were already in the lobby. It was the first day of the competition, so instead of cultivating in their rooms, they waited for him in the lobby since early morning.
What Bu Fang did yesterday was a relief to their pent-up anger. They were still excited even after returning to their rooms. They didn't realize that being an Immortal Chef would make them so proud and that even a top genius of Nether Prison could be slapped in the face.
Seeing that they were still excited, Bu Fang slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Adjust your mentality. Today is the team competition. It's certainly not as easy as before. I can feel Nether Prison's menace."
