Xia Yu and Zhu Qing casually found a place to sit down.
Seeing Xia Yu quietly enjoying Li Han's Chinese stir-fried noodles, Zhu Qing smiled like a cunning fox and deliberately asked, "Doesn't being in Qilin Pavilion tempt you at all?"
"Who doesn't want to be renowned forever?"
Xia Yu rolled his eyes, "Over a hundred years, only eleven predecessors have achieved such greatness. I'm not arrogant enough to believe that I can satisfy those old monsters' tastes and earn at least ninety percent of the Qilin Coins, and become famous in the present age."
"Oh dear!"
Zhu Qing propped her chin with her hand and looked at him mockingly, "With your love for causing trouble, I don't believe you're not tempted."
Saying that, she suddenly restrained her smile, her expression slightly solemn, "Li Han's explanation of Qilin Pavilion was not exaggerated, on the contrary, he deliberately downplayed it. Do you know what successfully ascending the Qilin Pavilion means today?"
