This collision of rules, hums, perfect fusion forming a beautiful melody, feels like a grand musical piece of the Dao.
Even in the Ancient Cosmic Era, nearly no existence could achieve this, except for the leaders of those powerful dynasties.
She stepped into the restaurant and found the scattered Saints sitting on chairs.
Those who could dine here were mostly various Saints, given the costly nature.
Looking up towards the direction of the second-floor kitchen, she was utterly shocked, "Is this actually the sound of stir-frying by cooking rules?"
This restaurant is indeed bizarre.
Even our Taiyuan Celestial Court's Imperial Chef is far less than one-tenth of this.
Such appreciation for food.
Unaware of the owner's identity, one who enjoys such indulgence.
"Guest, would you like to order?"
A maid approached.
"I wish to meet your restaurant owner." Nars hid her face, enveloped in mist, directly expressing her intent.
