1142 Tell Me… Who Are You?

The magic array shone. The outer magic array spun clockwise, while the inner magic array spun counterclockwise.

A huge suction energy spread out from within, constantly sucking the steam, fragrance, and spiritual energy meandering around the sacrificial dishes.

Bu Fang's words were like the chime of a morning bell ringing in everyone's ears, causing them to suck in a breath of cold air.

This man not only changed the recipes, he even added one more dish into it. 

Is he trying to stir something?

Changing the sacrificial dishes like this... Is this not angering the unparalleled existence in the God Vanishing Mountain? 

The surrounding people's gaze at Bu Fang had utterly changed. It was like they were looking at a reckless guy who did not know death.

In their eyes, Bu Fang's actions were indeed reckless.