"Are you sure you don't want to meet my Young Master? This opportunity comes once in a thousand years. If you miss it, you may truly never get another chance."
Seeing that Jiang Ping An had actually refused to meet the Young Master, the maid beside him could scarcely believe it and could not help asking again.
"My apologies, but I truly have other matters to handle. Just give me the Spirit King Pill reward directly."
Jiang Ping An's tone was calm, and his attitude did not waver in the slightest.
From the discussion and reactions of the crowd just now, he had roughly gathered that getting acquainted with the owner of this Spirit Painting seemed to mean gaining access to a powerful and influential connection.
However, he had never liked such complicated social dealings. They drained too much of one's mind and spirit, far less freeing than cultivating alone.
For now, obtaining three thousand tangible Spirit King Pills and temporarily easing his shortage of resources was already enough for him.
Just then, the woman in the painting gave a slight shudder, and a clear, somewhat languid young man's voice suddenly came from her mouth.
"Brother, why leave in such a hurry?"
At the sound of that voice, the Maids and guards on the second floor all trembled, reverence instantly appearing on their faces. They hurriedly bowed and said respectfully in unison:
"Young Master!"
Although the Young Master rarely appeared in public and his whereabouts were mysterious, all of these attendants remembered his distinctive voice clearly and would never dare forget it.
The owner of the voice transmitted through the painting spirit was precisely Hua Miao Lou's mysterious Young Master!
The other God Kings were deeply shaken, their faces filled with excitement.
Hua Miao Lou's Young Master had actually spoken