A Mid-grade God

'He… caught it?!'

The blond girl covered her mouth with both hands. Her face was pale, and her heart raced as she watched in disbelief. In her eyes, Bu Fang raised a hand and caught the palm thrown at him by the Earth Divine Chef.

The atmosphere froze in an instant. It was as though a storm was brewing, and the girl could feel something bad was about to happen.

"How dare you offend me?! You are just a Demigod and a Spirit Divine Chef! Fine, fine, fine… I'll now teach you a lesson on behalf of the Divine Chef Temple!" The Earth Divine Chef sneered with a towering rage.

Hastily, the girl said, "My lord! It is all due to my negligence! I'll coordinate with this young mister now!"

Her voice was still ringing in the air when the old man glared at her furiously and growled, "Who do you think you are? I said I'm going to teach this boy a lesson, so shut your mouth!"