2991 It’s Very Expensive
Eldest Young Sir Qin’s mouth quirked up. He understood that His Excellency the Holy Son was here to reprimand him once more, given his past encounters with the stoic attendant.
“I’ll take three cups,” Eldest Young Sir Qin promptly paid, drawing incredulous looks from Gu Yixuan of the Gu Clan and others, who considered it foolish to spend so lavishly.
After all, for cultivators like them, abstaining from food and drink for a few days and nights was not a big deal. Why indulge in the stoic attendant’s exorbitant tea and rice?
Eldest Young Sir Qin blinked and added with a playful grin, “I enjoy witnessing the little stoic’s subtle satisfaction when she deceives people.”
The crowd exchanged bemused glances. Based on their understanding of the stoic attendant, while she might not show it on her face, she was likely quite pleased inside.
Indeed, just a hint of happiness. Spending a bit of money to bring joy to the stoic face was a worthwhile investment.
Second Young Sir Qin silently received a cup of spiritual tea and took a sip, his expression somewhat puzzled.
His Excellency the Holy Son furiously tossed 20,000 spirit currency at the stoic attendant. “Give me two more cups!”
His irritation was boiling, and one cup could hardly satisfy his thirst.
Gu Yixuan regarded them as if they had gone mad. This Holy Son had a deep-seated bad habit. If they were so incompatible with the stoic attendant, why did he keep approaching her to berate her in an unending manner?
It seemed that they had completely opposite temperaments. Each interaction with the stoic attendant left her seething with anger, her forehead veins practically pulsating, far from a friendly rapport.
At this moment, another voice chimed in, “I’ll take ten cups.”
Everyone turned to see that the one speaking was none other than Ming Asi, the Crown Prince of the Nether Province.
Achir’s face twisted slightly as she clenched the handkerchief in her hand. She appeared restless, her gaze fixed on Qiaoqiao.
In truth, most of those who had initially ordered the spiritual tea did so with the intention of indulging the stoic attendant and making her happy.
To their surprise, after a single sip, Ming Asi sensed that something was amiss.
This wasn’t just ordinary tea; it was genuinely spiritual tea!
His Excellency the Holy Son finished his cup and muttered to himself, “No wonder it’s so costly.”
Compared to his previous dining experiences, this spiritual tea was in a league of its own.
Unable to contain himself, His Excellency the Holy Son cast a discreet glance back at the stoic attendant.
Qi Xuanxuan was meticulously cleaning her Purple Light Sword with an air of fond admiration.
The revelation left everyone awestruck.
In just a short span of time, Crown Prince Mo had masterfully crafted all seven weapons to perfection.
Duanmu Qing’s Green Silk Treasure Sword had been transformed by Crown Prince Mo into several level-15 divine weapons, an astonishing accomplishment.
As for the weapons held by Qi Xuanxuan and the others, each had been elevated to a new level, all surpassing level-10 divine weapons.
Mu Rouxuan’s countenance darkened as she remained silently seated in the corner.
Ever since her return to the academy two days ago, she had remained in this state of introspection. She had no inclination to engage in conversation with anyone, harboring a disinterest in social interaction.
In this particular moment, her gaze unexpectedly flickered as she looked at Ming Asi, who sat two seats ahead of her. An unexplained unease welled up within her, likely stirred by her mother Mu Qingya’s words of caution.
She held no affection for Ming Asi whatsoever. She refused to entrust her future to a stranger so easily.
While the stoic attendant experienced various trials and tribulations in her culinary endeavor, Mu Rouxuan observed with an icy detachment from the sidelines.
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