Whitey Trapped Bu Fang

Swoosh… 

A wave of mysterious energy surged from Immortal Chef Little Store. 

Bu Fang stood still as motes of white light hovered above his head. 

The voice of the system echoed in his mind. 

"Teleportation will now begin." 

As soon as the system said that, Bu Fang felt the motes of white light suddenly accelerate. They were so fast that each one of them could rip the void. 

A mysterious wave of energy began to expand. 

Bu Fang raised his head and looked at the motes of white light, his eyes becoming unfocused.

The motes of white light were the system's teleport formation. 

Bu Fang was not strong enough to grasp this concept before, but now, as he studied the motes of white light, he felt the aura of a mysterious energy, which seemed to slap his face. It felt like the Great Path or the Principle… 

It was incredibly mysterious and profound.