Chef Zeng's gaze grew distant, as if he were picturing a city-wide sensation, a spectacle drawing every eye. He could feel his blood begin to race with excitement.
"Alright, Brother Zeng, please stop with the lavish praise. You're making me feel a little flustered."
Lin Changheng cut Chef Zeng off before he could say more. "I was wondering, Brother Zeng, have you prepared the Demon Beast Essence Blood I asked for?"
The last time they spoke, the man had given him his absolute guarantee, so Lin Changheng didn't beat around the bush.
"Even if I were to forget my own affairs, I would never forget about yours, Younger Brother Lin."
Chef Zeng laughed heartily, slapped his Storage Bag, and immediately withdrew a batch of Essence Blood.
It was crimson like fire, with what looked like sparks undulating within. It was clearly the same type as last time, all from the Poison Fire Bull.
There were about three hundred portions in total.
