By six o’clock that evening, the sky above Sunrise City had turned into the liveliest, most fragrant open-air dining plaza in the history of the Blazing-Feather Sector.
To make sure a billion citizens from Planet #65-A and the neighboring Star-Train stations could all eat comfortably around the 100-Mile Royal Yuan-Yang Hot-Pot Cauldron, Pei Xuan stood in mid-air and opened his Fusion Cube one more time to upgrade the stove deck.
“System! Combine the Gravity-Locking Stove Grill with 100-Mile Circular Escalator Dining Decks and a Multi-Zone Heat-Siphoning Funnel! Let’s make sure every table gets the exact right boil!”
HUMMMMM-CLICK!
Around the gleaming hundred-mile copper cauldron, ten wide, concentric floating banquet rings materialized in the warm evening air, connected to the Star-Train stations below by hundreds of golden spirit-escalators.
Every ten yards along the edge of the cauldron sat a neat red-lacquered dining table equipped with long-handled brass mesh strainers, bowls of crushed garlic, chopped scallions, sesame paste, and chilled mugs of Sweet-Spring Plum Beer.
And down inside the giant brass stove-cage underneath the cauldron, Third Young Master Jin Wuji was experiencing a living nightmare that no ancestor of the Golden-Crow Sun Clan could have ever imagined in their wildest dreams.
Because the [Heat-Siphoning Funnel] was clamped directly over his hundred-mile back and wings, Jin Wuji couldn’t see the sky anymore—all he could see was the curved copper underside of the giant two-flavor soup pot!
