"Sun Wukong, do you know what you are doing?"
A loud shout came from the chairman's stage, exactly from the top security expert, who is known as the world's number one Martial Arts Grandmaster—
Wang Shan!
"I just want to ask, since it is a World Chef Exchange Conference, why was I not invited to this Peach Festival?"
Feng Xue held up a plate with a steady tone, yet it carried an extremely intimidating force. Under this pressure, Wang Shan even struggled to speak.
"You..."
Sitting in the chief seat at the judging panel, the food critic known as "Emperor" Zhao Yu furrowed his brows. Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Xue unfolded his traditional art and initiated a Sound Attack magic technique, projecting his voice miles away and drowning Zhao Yu's words in the wind:
"The food industry, dominated by filthy power struggles, should end. It is time to get back on track, where food should be judged by its taste and chefs by their skills!
