"Bleeeuuurrrggghh…"
From the Netherworld Ship, Gongshu Ban stretched out his head with a pale face and retched, but there was nothing to vomit again.
He felt seasick throughout the whole journey, and now, he could feel the familiar aura of the first layer of the Immortal Cooking Realm.
Gongshu Ban couldn't help but crawl out from the Netherworld Ship. However, he turned over and fell in the process.
A surprised uproar rang out underneath as the crowd surrounding Immortal Chef Little Store, which was so congested that a drop of water wouldn't slip through, opened up and formed a gap.
With a thud, Gongshu Ban fell on the hard ground.
Gongshu Ban suddenly had the urge to cry but failed to summon any tears.
Bu Fang frowned and stared doubtfully at the crowd below him.
