"What? Steamed buns? Tasty!"
When the plainly dressed youth called Lin Xiaodao was slapped awake, drool was still spilling from his mouth.
He had clearly been having a sweet dream just moments ago.
The fact that he could actually fall asleep in this environment was astonishing.
The girl named Mu Baibai was clearly used to this behavior. She muttered, "What steamed buns? You monster, all you think about every day is eating steamed buns!"
"Steamed buns, white, tasty." The plainly dressed youth smiled with innocent naivety.
At first hearing, Mu Baibai naturally thought he was taking liberties with her. But seeing his utterly pure expression, she realized he was really talking about plain white steamed buns, so she did not argue with him.
Besides, at this moment, millions of people—the powerful elders and geniuses from every faction—were all watching them!
"Lin Xiaodao, I told you to issue a challenge to Table Ninety-Five across from us!" Mu Baibai said.
According to the rules, these so-called "challenges" were all issued by men to women across from them.
"Oh, oh, is it our turn already?" Lin Xiaodao looked completely bewildered.
"Nonsense. We're the second table of the Divine Tomb!" Mu Baibai said speechlessly.
Lin Xiaodao gave a foolish grin. Then, amid the admiring looks of some Divine Tomb Cult disciples, he turned his gaze toward the seats near the end of Xuanyuan Court's side.
"Table Ninety-Five... which table is that? Which one?" Lin Xiaodao scratched his head and asked.
"You idiot!" Mu Baibai did not know whether to laugh or cry. Not wanting to keep embarrassing herself, she pointed An Qing out to Lin Xiaodao and said, "Just say, 'An Qing, would you perform the Flowing Cascade Dance for us? We want to cripple Li Tianming!'"
"Oh, oh."
Lin Xiaodao understood. He cleared