'She's removing her mask?'
The woman's movement wasn't drastic, but it attracted the attention of all. Everyone in the Divine Chef Temple knew her identity, and they had great respect for her. As the deputy of the Divine Chef Temple, she deserved to be taken seriously by everyone.
Bu Fang opened his eyes. His divine sense had calmed down. After absorbing those fragments, the divine power—the Wok Tossing Style of Affliction—had been deeply engraved in his mind. He comprehended it naturally. This was his second divine power. Of course, as a divine power that wasn't comprehended by himself, it might not be as formidable as he'd imagined, but it was still stronger than the average divine ability.
He glanced over his shoulder at the woman behind the railing. She was slowly removing her mask. She had just revealed her fair chin, but that already attracted everyone's eyes like the brightest star in the night sky.
