"Tea."
A maidservant presented Wang Chen, who had just taken his seat, with a cup of Spiritual Tea.
"Thank you."
Wang Chen lifted the teacup and was immediately met by a rich fragrance. The tea within was clear and bright, with a flower petal floating on its surface.
He took a sip. The tea slid down his throat and into his stomach, leaving behind a sweet aftertaste unlike any other.
Wang Chen could not help but praise it. "Fine tea."
The woman in the red dress seated to his right let out a snicker, then hurriedly covered her cherry-red mouth.
Although Wang Chen had revealed the cultivation of a Nascent Soul True Immortal, she did not regard him any more highly because of it. Her attitude was not exactly contemptuous, but neither was it particularly respectful.
Wang Chen watched his nose, his nose watched his heart, as though he had heard nothing at all.
Du Jiuniang smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Wang, I already know why you have come. Although this is my first time taking on an assignment to the lower realm, that does not mean I am easy to bully."
After a pause, she fixed her gaze on Wang Chen and asked, "How many Spirit Stones are you willing to offer?"
Her tone was exceedingly serious.
Wang Chen had long prepared an answer to this question. Without hesitation, he replied, "How about three hundred High Spirit Stones?"
He had previously asked Wei Tongfang and learned the general market rate. His offer was cautious, but still within a reasonable range.
"Three hundred High Spirit Stones?"
Before Du Jiuniang could respond, the woman in the red dress curled her lips. "That amount would not even cover Tenth Lady's spending on rouge."
Three hundred High Spirit Stones could not buy rouge?
Wang