Shi Buddha and the God of Killing also didn't take off their shoes as they followed Ye Chenfeng into the thatched hut.
The space inside was small, with hardly any room to move around.
Not far from something resembling a bar, a man of medium height but solidly built, around thirty years old, deftly kneaded sushi one after another, occasionally grabbing a long katana with his right hand and using it skillfully. Watching his swordsmanship definitely dazzled, as if the blade were an extension of his hand.
"Three guests, how did you find yourselves here? Well, it's good timing. A dish surpassing Kanda Yukihiro is about to be born. You're very lucky, you'll taste this unique dish and also witness an era." The man said without turning his head.
What was strange was how he knew there were three people, since he hadn't turned around at all.
However, hearing this man speak, both the God of Killing and Shi Buddha's expressions changed, and a distinct look flashed in their eyes.
