When dawn was about to break, the Old Lady with a Fox Face gently stroked Sparrow Cat's head.
"Remember to go back, send my regards, and come visit this old crone whenever you have time. I wouldn't dare promise anything else, but when it comes to roast chicken, this old lady is second to none."
"Okay, okay, definitely, definitely." Sparrow Cat nodded repeatedly.
To the side, Lord Zhu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then casually crunched down the entire cup as well.
He stood up, shook out the long robe on his body.
"All right, time to go, this tea is pretty average, I'll send you some good stuff next time. And these cups are nothing special, just mass-produced factory products—I'll get you a set later."
Lord Zhu glanced around the room and beckoned at the two ghosts.
"Come on, you two, get over here."
The two ghosts didn't dare say anything, eyes downcast, shuffling over obediently.
"Kneel."
