A hush suddenly fell over the restaurant.
Yellow Spring Great Sage was stunned. He stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes, which were full of disbelief.
Bu Fang froze as well. His mouth parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no voice came out of it.
Yellow Spring Great Sage lifted the flatbread in his hand and looked at it. He hadn't eaten it yet—the flatbread was perfectly round with two slices of spirit fruit on top of it. He had a bad feeling.
He opened his mouth again. A gush of hot air rose from his chest, gathered in his mouth, and spewed out, turning into a red fireball in the air, which then exploded like a firework.
It was beautiful, and the skill was perfect. However, it was completely useless.
