When that figure emerged from the darkness, all the watching Chef Demons furrowed their brows at once.
The middle-aged man dressed like a hippie lifted his hand, pushed up his sunglasses, and revealed a stunned gaze. "Is it really necessary to arrange such a troublesome opponent just for the opening battle?"
"Hmm? Arumu, you know him?"
"I encountered that guy in America half a year ago," the hippie Arumu shook his head and said. "A very tricky opponent, slippery as a snake—Mr. Guo should know, right?"
"A Two-star Chef Demon from Yingzhou, one of the rising stars of recent years. I have heard a little about him," the hunched Dongxia elder, leaning on his cane, examined the figure enveloped in resentment and chuckled lightly. "Shenjin Qing, the head chef of 'San Tu' from Huangquan Slope. He's quite a handful. It seems his Shan Lao cuisine has improved a lot since the last time we met... The younger generation is indeed fearsome, truly fearsome."
