Monk Jun fell silent.
Xin Lin cleared her throat twice, seeing that Monk Jun did not utter a word, she thought he was having trouble.
"Ah, right, I forgot you're just a little monk who guards the yard, without the power to do more. Never mind then, as if I didn't say anything. These dozen-plus steamed buns are all for you, you can use them to smooth things over with the other monks, so you won't keep being bullied."
Xin Lin didn't come to Taichang Temple early in the morning just to deliver steamed buns.
She wanted to do business with Taichang Temple.
With steamed buns costing one silver each, the number of people in Purple Cloud City who could afford to eat them was after all limited; aiming to secure 20 regular customers in a short period of time, the Heaven-defying Book really offered quite an abnormal challenge this time.
According to the statistics in the Heaven-defying Book, up until just now, Xin Lin had only managed to secure 5 regular customers.
