"What is imported milk tea?"
A bewitching image involuntarily rose in Yuan Ruoyu's mind, and a flicker of emotion passed through her eyes.
But she hid it well.
Yuan Ruoyu said expressionlessly, "It's an unimportant step. It doesn't affect the taste of the milk tea, so there's no need to worry about it!"
Wei Yuan's eyes widened. He was about to ask more, but she cut him off.
Yuan Ruoyu's expression darkened. "Don't bring this up again. You may leave!"
She thought to herself, What would happen if I let you find out?
Seeing this, the elders all felt a chill in their hearts.
The Holy Venerable was clearly displeased. Was she blaming them for asking too many questions?
That was fair. They were old monsters who had lived for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, yet they were still so rash, disturbing the Holy Venerable over a cup of milk tea.
It was only natural for her to be angry.
Wei Yuan and the others bowed and took their leave, hurrying out.
Only after Yuan Ruoyu saw them disappear did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief, her face slightly flushed.
She muttered reproachfully, "I don't know where he comes up with all these tricks..."
Fortunately, even though the diary had been exposed,
many of its words were hard for others to understand without having experienced them firsthand.
Let alone deciphering what they meant.
Liyue Immortal Dynasty!
Gathering Immortal Hall.
After Ye Qingge finished reading the diary, she gave a soft snort and thought to herself:
"What imported milk tea? Isn't that just a skin cup? He sure makes it sound nice!"
Then she thought of something else...
Thinking back, Lin Feng had tried it on her, too. Hmph, it was all just a scheme!
Perhaps that guy