Brilliant light danced in the glass room.
"Long time no see!"
Seeing this, Xia Yu could not help but laugh.
These past two months, either he was studying "deadly techniques" or pondering forbidden dishes, it had been a long time since he last saw a glowing dish.
A sudden burst of light erupted, causing everyone except Xia Yu to involuntarily close their eyes.
After two or three seconds, the tycoons reopened their eyes and gazed at the tofu on the pristine white ceramic plate, their eyes widened dramatically.
"This…"
"It's alive?"
"What's happening, are the Seven Sages of Bamboo Grove moving?"
Kikuchi Musashi, the old man, vigorously rubbed his eyes and looked again at the tofu that had been cut into pieces.
The tofu, despite being cut, did not separate; the engraved image remained intact. However, the interlacing seams emitted a final glow, and among the shifting light and shadow, the seven scholars either smiled or scratched an itch.
Thump!
