Wang Jiu's arrival threw the research lab into chaos.
The cultivators who were filled with anxiety immediately restrained their expressions, adopting the faces of servants and loyal dogs, and began to surround him.
"Good morning, Dean!"
"Dean, please have some tea!"
"Dean, please have this cup! This cup was purchased with great difficulty using special funding for Golden Snow Silver Needle tea, and its taste is surely ten thousand times better than that cup of coarse tea!"
"Dean, don't listen to his nonsense! Although my tea isn't expensive, it was refined through Grandmaster Level tea-making skills honed during my thirty years of slacking off in the Sword Group, and its flavor absolutely surpasses some nouveau riche wastrel!"
"Dean, while he was slacking, I was too! My tea-making skills are also at a Grandmaster level, you mustn't believe just one side of the story..."
