At that moment, everyone in the room looked up in unison. An immense pressure swept towards the entrance like a tidal wave, only to dissipate effortlessly before a disdainful gleam in someone's eye.
A figure stood proudly, striding into the lounge and, without hesitation, took the seat of honor, their presence as imposing as if it subdued the heavens themselves.
But immediately thereafter, another force of equal intensity struck from outside the door.
"Master Zhao, representing Xia Xilu Gourmet Street's Zhong Dumplings, has arrived!"
"Ha, Master Liu, we're going to have a competition this year," an aged yet robust laugh sounded from the doorway. "But be careful, old man. I've prepared my secret weapon this year."
"Hmph, just tricks and gimmicks," Master Liu sneered. "No matter how many stunts you have, can they beat our century-old Dark Broth of Century?"
Before the newcomer could settle, one powerful aura after another emerged from outside.
