A duel between two millennial masters, and the reward is three tables of dishes and a pile of ingredients?
If that's the case...
"Alright!" Lu Zheng nodded, agreeing.
He had tasted the Five-Colored Pheasant; it was indeed delicious, so the White Jade Milk Sheep and Snowfield White Ox should be equally good ingredients.
For such a sure-win duel, Lu Zheng didn't mind adding more ingredients to his home refrigerator.
Liu Qingyan lifted a breeze, staying in place with Elder Liu, Madam Liu, and Liu Qingquan, while Lu Zheng moved forward alone, approaching Yue Yifeng.
But midway through, Lu Zheng's gaze flickered, looking toward a mountain peak on the left, where he saw under an old pine tree at the peak, a monk and a Daoist playing chess.
"Hmm?" Lu Zheng paused.
