"Pass. Pass. Pass. Fail. Fail."
Xiang Yu moved from station to station, evaluating each disciple's attempt at creating spiritual food. Some stations displayed beautifully arranged dishes, some had dishes that glowed with faint spiritual energy, while others looked like disaster zones with burnt ingredients and melted cookware scattered about.
After completing his circuit through all the cooking stations, Xiang Yu tallied the results in his mind. Out of the more than fifty disciples who had participated, only ten had managed to pass his test. The disparity was more significant than he had anticipated, though not entirely unexpected given the complexity of infusing meals with spiritual energy.
