439 Hell Sent

Yan Zaizen's head snapped towards the sound. The rolling of a serving table's wheels alerted his senses as his keen sense of smell went into overdrive. This reaction caused Lin Feilin, Shin Xuanji, and Shin Feiyu to be startled, unsure of how to react.

Yan Zaizen didn't care. He tossed his chicken leg aside, using his arm to make space for a new set of plates. Before the woman server could bring the cakes to the table, it magically vanished. 

Before him, Yan Zaizen saw all sorts of variety and deliciousness. He analyzed each and everyone one, his amber-gold eyes even flickering with Dao Light as he inspected them thoroughly. There were forty-seven different types of cake, from red velvet to buttermilk. The frostings were varied and paired greatly with their respective cakes.