1555 The Last Fragment of the God of Cooking Set!

"My goodness!"

Looking at the huge spirit impact, the crown prince felt his heart suddenly tighten up. The wind howled in his ears, breaking his shrill cries. Even Bu Fang's calmness could not soothe the agitation within him—his legs kept shaking at an exaggerated rate.

Suddenly, the wind stopped. Everything around him fell silent. The terrible blow did not fall on him and kill him. It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

The crown prince slowly opened his eyes. His vision wavered slightly, and it was only after a long time that he managed to see everything clearly. 

"This… Where is this… place?" the crown prince stammered.

"You can let go now," Bu Fang said faintly. He glanced at the crown prince, then at the latter's hands that were tightly wrapped around his waist.

The crown prince cleared his throat and stepped back. Then, he took a deep breath and looked around.