Wang Shiye was in the midst of laughing and talking when a strange feeling spread throughout his body. It seemed as if he had grown sturdier after eating too much, but the next moment, he suddenly found himself feeling ravenous again.
He picked up his chopsticks and started grabbing dishes continuously, his speed increasing, leaving the cultivator across from him looking astonished.
In the end, Wang Shiye threw his chopsticks onto the table and started using his hands instead, sweeping the food off the table like a whirlwind.
The waiter's serving speed gradually couldn't keep up, so he turned to other tables, grabbing plates and pouring them into his mouth, ignoring the strange looks from others, one plate after another.
"What's up with this guy?"
Very soon, someone was displeased; out of the seven or eight tables on the second floor, four had already been swept clean.
More and more people started mumbling and whispering.
