"On what grounds? Are you going to control even where we sit?" the cook couldn't help but say.
Defeated time and again by Chen Muxue, he was naturally furious. He was well aware of what the Qian Ding Sect was like before, and now it had suddenly become arrogant; he still couldn't adapt.
The image of Chen Muxue every year carrying grain down to exchange for silver was still fresh in his memory!
Although the shopkeeper hadn't spoken, the emotion conveyed in his eyes clearly showed he shared the same thoughts as the cook.
Chen Muxue lightly coughed, "I'm not trying to control where you sit, just as long as you don't sit here."
"Is this place your territory or something?" the cook said angrily.
Chen Muxue's hand lightly shook, and a property title with a bold official seal appeared in front of the shopkeeper and the cook.
"Oh, sorry, but it seems this place truly is my territory now."
