In the silence of a palace, a projection array showed the challenge in front of the restaurant. The scenes of the participants fleeing were vividly presented, and the horrified expressions of the onlookers were clearly visible.
"Dark cuisine…"
Soul watched with a calm face. In her hand, she held a black orb in which the cold power of sin flowed. She smiled coldly at Bu Fang's little trick. She did not care about his purpose in doing that.
Her goal was to ascend to the throne of Void City. No matter what the chef did, he could not stop her. Could a mere chef help Nethery defeat her? It was impossible. Not even a duke could do that, let alone a chef who was unpopular in Void City.
She turned off the projection array, sat down with her legs crossed, closed her eyes, and began to cultivate. She had to prepare for the upcoming major event.
