Whitey Ate Lightning, We Ate Crabs

In the sky, a storm was brewing.

Bu Fang was not clear as to how terrible the storms were on the Endless Sea, but at this moment, he did not have anything to dread about this incoming storm.

As he carried the crab, the corners of his mouth raised slightly as he said, "It's almost the end of autumn, so the weather is cool and windy. Eating steamed crabs together is just perfect for this weather."

As Nethery and Flowery looked at him with a weird expression, Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the deck of the Netherworld Ship.

A storm was coming, so how could Owner Bu be so calm and decide to cook right now? Indeed, Owner Bu had such a way of doing things. 

Bu Fang took out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, and with a move of his mind, that pitch-black Black Turtle Constellation Wok floated in front of him. 

Opening his mouth, a dark golden flame spurted out, sending it under the Black Turtle Constellation in an instant. 

Boom! Boom!