“Hmph!” The girl in black snorted and glared coldly at Lu Yun.

The young man felt a headache brewing. Why in the heavens did a mere Immortal Gazer boast of a soul separation spirit chief? Spirit chefs were not people to anger. When the Human Emperor of Great Xia celebrated his five thousandth birthday, one hundred and eight spirit chefs jointly prepared a feast of eighteen thousand dishes. Every immortal and cultivator in attendance found their cultivation taking a small step forward and their foundations further consolidated.

After that, spirit chefs were renowned throughout the world.

Turning his nose up at Immortal Gazer’s fare violated a spirit chef’s bottom line.

A thought struck Lu Yun as he noticed the young woman’s aura fluctuating—she seemed ready to fly into a rage. He raised cupped fists, “I am Lu Yun, might I know the miss’ name?”

“Heh heh,” she snorted coldly at the question....