Gray, blue, green, and red. In the ice bowl, four different colors could be seen floating and mingling beneath a layer of thin white mist. They looked like natural iridescent clouds imbued with slivers of charm and fantasy. 0

High Priest Liu Xiao’s ancient eyes were fully widened at this point. They were also colored by a level of shock that should never occur to a High Priest who overlooked the entire world.0

Appearance, aroma, and taste composed the full facade of the culinary arts, and out of all the attributes, appearance was the most important of them all.7

Despite having studied the culinary arts for all his life, High Priest Liu Xiao could not imagine that the four Bitter Leaves—literally one of, if not the most common and mundane plants that existed in the Abyss—could possess such an appearance after they were tweaked by a certain man.0

“Er…”0

Putting on a puzzled expression, Yun Che repeated himself, “This is the Four-colored Rainbow Cloud Soup. Please give it a taste, senior Liu Xiao.”0

High Priest Liu Xiao’s eyeballs finally twitched in response. He snatched the ice bowl from Yun Che’s hands like lightning, but as soon as the ice bowl entered his hand, his movement and even his aura immediately turned gentle. After giving the iridescent cloud in the bowl a long, hard look, he finally lifted it to his mouth and slowly took a gulp.0

In an instant, icy coolness and bitterness bloomed from the tip of his tongue. It then spread into countless bitter streams that permeated his taste buds and radiated all the way into his soul sea. His spirit and even his five senses felt clearer as a result.0

Each stream seemed different in its own way. Some were strong, and some were weak. Some were faint, and some were intense. Some were inconspicuous,...0