Of course, Tu Xiao'an wasn't really so depraved as to want human-flesh noodle soup; he was just teasing her.
But to his surprise, the widow-faced woman said with utmost seriousness, "If you really want to drink some, I'll catch a Martial Cultivator for you another day. I'll make you a soup and let you drink your fill."
"Haha, thanks, but don't go to the trouble."
An awkward smile hung on Tu Xiao'an's face, while she, on the other hand, laughed with a flirtatious flourish.
"I'm leaving."
It was clear Tu Xiao'an wouldn't achieve his goal today. He couldn't use Insight to figure out her identity, and the woman just kept playing Tai Chi with him. 'She's getting more and more mysterious, a complete enigma.'
"Even though the bowl of noodles was spilled, you still had a sip. Last time was my treat, but this time, you have to pay. That'll be 499," she said, looking at Tu Xiao'an with a playful smile.
