Through the curtain of rain, Meng Junzi watched in bewilderment as the female cook stepped out from the small shop. Just like him, she stood in the rain without a single drop touching her.

Even if she had caught him off guard, that was still not something an ordinary cultivator could accomplish.

An immortal!

This cook is actually an immortal!

“Old Ancestor!”

The Transcendent Tribulation cultivators from the Meng Family vaguely sensed that something was wrong and wanted to rush to his aid.

“Stay back!” Meng Junzi shouted sternly. At such moments, Transcendent Tribulation cultivators would be utterly useless.

“You…”

Just as Meng Junzi was about to probe the female cook’s identity, she vanished from the spot and reappeared before him with unimaginable speed.

The female cook drove a punch into Meng Junzi’s stomach, sending him curling...