"I planted a seed and it fruited... Tomorrow's gonna be a great day…"
Bu Fang was very satisfied with his work. Looking at the planets where the flowers bloomed, he could not help but sing a little song. He had accidentally developed the hobby of singing when he was a mortal. He did not sing well, but he was not singing for others. He sang for himself when he was happy.
In the distance, many Soul Overlords' eyes widened with rage.
"What has that damn chef done?!"
"I can't believe he actually planted flowers in our universe!"
"This is a blatant affront to the Soul Demon Universe's dignity!"
They were the high and mighty Soul Demons—they could not allow someone to humiliate them like this!
The strongest Great Soul Overlord roared. Suddenly, a terrifying blast of energy exploded out of his body and knocked Whitey flying away. The metal puppet looked a bit confused. Hovering in midair, it rubbed its hands, its mechanical eyes flashing.
