Chapter 607

"Relax! Everyone here is easy to get along with."

Su Han instantly sensed the unease in Xianzuowei Sect's demeanor, smiled at him at once, then raised an eyebrow toward the direction of Ti Qie Hui Li.

"Chef! Do you really need to be so tense? Aren't we all friends?"

Ti Qie Hui Li let out a bitter laugh, "What do you mean by 'chef'...?"

Bai Hu Zi also laughed, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Because he was an elder of the Daogong Society and had participated in many missions, he knew quite a few people here, but there were also some he had never seen in his life.

"Gulalala, you're Zhang Sanfeng, right?"

Bai Hu Zi's gaze landed on an old man in the crowd, with an ethereal aura and dressed in a Daoist robe, and burst into laughter.

He stepped forward, slapped Zhang Sanfeng on the shoulder, "You're so mysterious in the Society! I've imagined countless times what it'd be like to meet you—by the way, do you have any health-preserving secret manuals? Old man here wants to live a little longer."

Zhang Sanfeng's face twisted into a wry smile, "I don't have any health-preserving secret manuals! But the Tai Chi I created does indeed strengthen the body and consolidate the root! Wait a moment—I'll upload it to the Society's public skills section."

Hou Jue Wo Ban glanced over and sneered coldly, "A mortal still troubled by lifespan!"

"So what's wrong with being troubled by lifespan?"

Tony's eyebrows twitched at these words; he glared fiercely at Hou Jue Wo Ban, curled his lip, "By the way, old man, when are we fighting? My Anti-Godslayer mech is finished—it's itching to go."

"Anytime!"

Hou Jue Wo Ban glanced at Tony, saying nothing.

"Then let's settle it in the battlefield when we get back!"

Tony laughed.

The many members of the Society gathered in small groups with those they knew.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Allow me to lead you into the hall."

Xianzuowei Sect smiled and gestured invitingly ahead.

Su Han watched this scene with a smile, but when his Kenbunshoku Haki expanded outward, his expression suddenly froze—he turned again toward the hall Xianzuowei Sect had pointed to, his eyes now solemn, filled with doubt.

"... Lord President, what's happened?"

Ti Qie Hui Li, who had been watching Su Han closely, clearly noticed this and asked softly.

"Nothing—just ran into an acquaintance!"

Su Han paused slightly, nodded to those behind him, his eyes flickering, "You all chat for now—I'll go meet someone."

In the next instant, Su Han's figure vanished.

He appeared silently in the Ryūtei Academy hall, where numerous chefs bustled about, and all manner of delicious dishes lay scattered everywhere.

Su Han hesitated, confirmed the identity of the person before him, then reached out and tapped the shoulder of the man busy at work.

"By the way... how did you end up here? Zhao Linger!"

Su Han paused, his expression growing even stranger, "And... cooking here..."

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