The sudden sound made Song Mi'er's heart sink. Instinctively shielding Yue'er behind her, she looked warily toward the source of the voice—only to see not a person, but an elusive shadowy spirit figure.
"Run!" Song Mi'er shoved her away, rushing toward the main gate.
"Can you really escape?" The spirit entity sneered coldly. With a wave of its hand, Yue'er, who had been running toward the gate, seemed to hit some kind of barrier and bounced back, tumbling to the ground.
Seeing this, Song Mi'er's unease and worry deepened. They were trapped! There was no escape!
"Who are you? What do you want?" Song Mi'er shouted, brandishing the kitchen knife in her hand at the spectral figure.
The spirit glanced at the frying pan in her grasp, a dark gleam flashing in its eyes. "A member of the Culinary God Song family?"
"That's right! It's best you don't touch us. Otherwise... otherwise, the Culinary God Song family won't let you off!"
