Early morning, Imperial City.

Lu Wenwu took Mao Mao out to set up a stall selling stuffed pancakes.

This was his unique way of relieving stress.

Watching customers eagerly buy and enjoy his pancakes gave Lu Wenwu a comfortable sense of relief.

As a part-time snack stall owner, how much he sells each time is completely random.

Today, Lu Wenwu didn’t prepare much.

It was just past eight o’clock, and his pancake supply was exhausted.

Numerous gourmets who came upon hearing the news were greatly disappointed, leaving with drooping eyebrows, even if they were reluctant, they had no choice.

Everyone knew that Brother Wu set up his stall purely for fun.

Even offering more money wouldn’t work.

As for causing trouble?

Ever since Brother Wu casually slapped a B+ Level player flying with a slap, no one dared to cause trouble here for a long time.

However, perhaps today was an exception.

As Lu Wenwu was packing up, a somewhat illusory and inexplicable voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Collapse, retreat, sell, slip away..."

What?

Lu Wenwu was suddenly taken aback?

Who’s talking to me?

This voice sounded somewhat familiar.

The voice continued speaking to itself.

"Collapse, retreat, sell, slip away..."

"Collapse, retreat, sell, slip away..."

After repeating it three times, that ethereal and illusory voice suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed.

Lu Wenwu stopped his work and thought for a moment.

This voice seemed to be... Earth?

Was the Blessing of Divine Hearing on the Life and Death Talisman triggered?

Is Earth warning me of an impending crisis?

Lu Wenwu discreetly activated the Eye of Insight, pretending to stretch.

His gaze quickly scanned in front of him and surprisingly did find some results.

[Guo Xianglong (S+)]: 88 0000/88 0000

[Cultivation]: Foundation Level 8

[Current Status]: Causality Cutting, Disguise, Suppressed, Killing Intent, Space Seal

[Analysis]: Unknown source, currently suppressed by the grand array of the Imperial City Safety Zone, all attributes decreased

Guo Xianglong was currently eating an egg-filled pancake in a desultory manner, looking as if he was completing some sort of mechanical task, without the enjoyment other customers exhibited.

A Peak of S+ guy?

Lu Wenwu felt a bit surprised.

Not because the other party was an S+ Peak powerhouse and held killing intent towards him.

It was mainly because...

Guo Xianglong didn’t seem to like the egg-filled pancake he made.

This greatly puzzled Lu Wenwu.

He put down his work, washed his hands, and walked straight over to him.

In a place no one could see, Mao Mao had already quietly transformed into flame patterns and merged with him.

"Hey buddy, is the pancake not to your taste?"

Standing in front of Guo Xianglong, Lu Wenwu sincerely asked.

"Hmm?"

Seemingly not expecting this kind of unexpected development, Guo Xianglong, who had been tense all along, shivered and froze momentarily.

I’m here to assassinate and surveil, and you ask me if your pancake is tasty?

How would I know if it’s tasty?

To avoid being distracted, I even blocked my sense of taste and smell earlier.

After focusing a bit and tasting a bite carefully, Guo Xianglong fell silent.

He had to admit, it was actually quite tasty.

But...

How could he possibly admit such a thing!

This guy killed his closest friend!

Guo Xianglong glanced askance and said coldly, "Tastes bad."

"Tastes bad?"

Lu Wenwu was perplexed, momentarily silent.

He knew long ago that it was impossible for everyone to like what he made.

Just like how Beijing roast duck is not much appreciated by southern diners.

And the ubiquitous roasted goose in Guangdong never gains popularity in the north.

It’s all the same reasoning.

However, even if his pancake didn’t suit some tastes, at most it should be considered mediocre, not downright bad, right?

Eggs, carbs, animal fat, savory sauce, grilling.

Put these five things together, and unless the cooking process was too absurd, it would be hard to make something genuinely unpalatable.

At least for someone who looks eastern and was born on the Divine Continent, it shouldn’t be to the point of being bad.

Frowning in thought for a long time without result, Lu Wenwu asked in confusion, "Specifically, where does it taste bad? Can you tell me? You point it out, and I can make improvements next time."

This time, Guo Xianglong fell silent.

How the hell should he know where it tastes bad... he just said it casually because he didn’t like the guy.

Even if he had to nitpick, he couldn’t find anything wrong!

"No worries, just say it, buddy. Brother Wu is really modest."

Seeing him not speaking for a long time, an old diner coming to eat pancakes chimed in.

With Lu Wenwu’s capricious stall-setting ways, those who came to eat were mostly rich and idle except for the lucky ones.

Some have been eating Lu Wenwu’s pancakes for years and are familiar with his temperament; daily joking and teasing are common occurrences.

Another person nodded in agreement, "Yeah, don’t be fooled by Brother Wu’s tall and robust appearance; he can punch a Transcendent into the wall. But he’s actually a very easygoing person."

"Yes, buddy, if you have issues, just say them. Why keep them secret?"

"Exactly, I’m actually curious where you think Brother Wu’s pancake falls short. To be honest, it’s the best thing I’ve eaten so far."