Chen Muxue squinted: "This Daoist, we have sour and spicy noodles and spicy hotpot here. For the spicy hotpot, you need to choose the ingredients you like yourself."
"Oh? That's how it is," the cultivator didn't seem deliberately confrontational, as he spoke while rising to approach the ingredients rack.
Gazing at the large Ice Spirit Stone, the cultivator stroked his beard.
Spiritual Energy is pure, quality is excellent, and it's so big... It seems Qian Ding Sect indeed has some treasures.
But simply acting over a few Spirit Stones doesn't quite befit his status.
The cultivator casually picked up some ingredients, using Spiritual Power to make the basket fly to Chen Muxue's front.
"When the previous Sect Leader of Qian Ding Sect was around, I exchanged views with him a few times, but never thought... who could foresee the twists of fate!"
Returning to his original seat, the cultivator suddenly sighed.
