บท 322: Do You See That Pretty Boy Up Ahead with the Dead Fish Eyes?

Father Wang's black cigar had a unique origin, and people with little life experience wouldn't recognize it. But the head of Kitchen Knife Sect was different. Jiang Haifu might only be at the late Golden Core stage and hadn't graduated from any renowned university due to how poor his family had been when he was a kid, but he was the founder of a sect, after all. All these years, he had traveled all over the world to collect all kinds of food ingredients — he could sniff out the celestial treasures which had been added to this cigar.

When Father Wang had been exercising his poisonous tongue to its fullest, Jiang Haifu's subordinates around them had already been unable to take it. If it wasn't because there were other parents and teachers here as well as for the sake of Kitchen Knife Sect's face, they would already have long rushed Father Wang and bore him away.