The plan always struggled to keep up with changes.
Originally, what Li Zhiyuan wanted was to make small dishes, each one labeled and prepared slowly, one after the other; now that all the dishes were squeezed into the pot together, he changed to making a hodgepodge, which was also a fine dish.
After all, he came for revenge. If he could enjoy a spectacle at the enemy's doorstep while avenging, it would be double the joy.
"Remember, no matter what happens, if it can be resolved outside, don't linger inside. We have an array set up outside. If not used, it's a waste, and it's also our escape route."
"Understood."
"Got it."
Upon reaching the temple gate, Li Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks.
The gate was not an iron or wooden door but a half-height sliding design, nominally electric, but in reality manually operated. Even a child could easily climb over it.
But from this gateway as the dividing line, Li Zhiyuan detected a different scent.
