I Will not Carry this Black pot for You

The stiff-faced man had his muscles bulged as his terrifying power burst out. He roared loudly, and the great bronze doors slowly opened. The squeaking noise seemed to come from very far, arising with the vicissitudes of years.

Bu Fang and the others stood behind the stiff-faced man. They saw the light that shot through the narrow gaps that were expanding as the doors opened. It was somehow annoying to the eyes.

"This is the Gate of Hope. To challenge the chefs on the Tablet of Gluttony, you have to pass through this gate. It is the Gate of Hope that may fulfill your dreams." The old man stood with his hands clasped. Watching the bronze doors opening, it seemed he got some light surging in his eyes. His calm voice lingered in people's ears.

Jun Qingxiao was so excited that his face was red. The Gate of Hope… Well said! Wasn't their dream to defeat the chefs on the Tablet of Gluttony and replace them? They needed hope indeed…