Chen Fan turned at the words and discovered that the speaker was a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen. Yet her eyes brimmed with cunning. When she finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on her face, revealing a little canine tooth.
Seated at the same table as her were several other young men and women, all at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Their clothes and adornments were exceedingly luxurious, marking them as offspring of prominent families.
"Yu Rou, you're overthinking it. What good could this country bumpkin possibly have?" A young man at the table swept Chen Fan a glance and sneered disdainfully.
"No, no, no, Zhang Bai. If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense." Another young man suddenly shook his head, cutting off Zhang Bai. Then, with a faint smile, he looked at Chen Fan and said, "Fellow Daoist, why not take out whatever you have and let us broaden our horizons?"
The others were initially taken aback, but then seemed to realize something. They all struggled to suppress their laughter, looking at Chen Fan with teasing expressions.
Yu Rou, the girl who had called out to stop Chen Fan, also watched him with a half-smile.
"Ah, I get it now!" Zhang Bai suddenly came to a realization and sneered. "Take it out, Fellow Daoist. Let's see whether you have some rustic local specialty we've never seen before. Perhaps we really will be interested. After all, we can afford a mere few mid-grade Spirit Stones."
Chen Fan frowned slightly. He saw through this group's intentions—they merely wanted to make a laughingstock of him.
The waiter's expression shifted, as though he could not bear to watch any longer. He stepped slightly behind Chen Fan and whispered a reminder, "Sir, you should just take out something at random and leave afterward.