On top of the platform, the Ancient Shura City Saintess' beautiful legs, which were crossed, changed position. She placed her leg down and her eyes narrowed. Taking a whiff, the aroma that was revolving around the entire place entered her nose.
She was slightly taken aback. She didn't think that the aroma in the air would smell that good. It was somewhat out of her expectations.
"Old monster, this aroma is really not ordinary. This chef has some tricks up his sleeves," the Ancient Shura City Saintess' red lips rose upwards as she turned around and talked to the old servant.
"As expected of the chef who made a name for himself in the Pill Palace. In this place that regards elixirs as sacred objects, how could a chef make a name for himself? His appearance alone tells us that he isn't ordinary," the old servant's face twitched as he said seriously.
