Chen Muxue and Cen Lizhui skillfully flung the Hidden Forest Hermit onto the table in the middle of the tavern, and the diners at that table had already dodged aside, looking at Chen Muxue.
She chuckled and pointed at the Hidden Forest Hermit, "He's treating, he's a relative of the owner."
The shopkeeper and the cook, hearing the commotion, hurried out and saw the Hidden Forest Hermit unconscious on the table, covered in dust and cooking oil, in disbelief.
The cook rubbed his eyes, repeatedly confirming that it was indeed the Hidden Forest Hermit lying on the table and not Chen Muxue, his voice trembling, "He... you..."
The shopkeeper also looked very grim, but immediately came to his senses, "Miss—no, Sect Leader—what is this..."
Chen Muxue dusted off her hands, "I'm guessing this guy is with you too, right?"
The shopkeeper's face turned livid, "Ahem, I don't know this cultivator, Sect Leader, you must be mistaken."
