"We worship you, you are the starting point of civilization, you are the pioneer against darkness, you led us from eating raw flesh to culinary sophistication and warmth... You are the beginning and the end of all cuisine and cooking..."
Rather than a believer's prayer, this is a song of flame!
Praise the flame!
In the desert, above the altar, fiery clouds suddenly surged violently.
It was as if a door had opened, and a figure draped in flaming gauze gradually solidified.
"The king of… flame!"
A group of people in the square, in the heat storm, all had wide eyes, some as if worshiping a deity, with expressions both awe-struck and devout.
No!
It was not a deity!
Zhu Qing, Makki, Eriina, and Dojima Yin, along with the main characters, looked at the figure in the beam of light. Dismissing the flame gauze and other unnecessary adornments, they focused intently on that familiar profile, and friends and family wanted to shout out that young man's name.
