Stay? Lin Feng: Let's have a skill assessment first!

Listening to the piercing burst of laughter, Tang Xiao's face changed like a signal light—red to white, white to green, and finally a deathly gray.

Gone?

Once they had gotten acquainted, she could leave?

What kind of bullshit was that?

He had sent Yuehua here in exchange for immortal herbs!

And all he got was a casual, "You can leave"?

He raised his head to look at Bibi Dong and clasped his fists toward her.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

"Please let Yuehua stay. She..."

Before he could finish, Bibi Dong took a sip of tea and smiled.

"You're begging me?"

"Tang Xiao, have you lost your mind?"

"This is Maple Dye Pavilion."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Feng beside her. "My man is the master here."

"How could I possibly make decisions for my own man?"

Tang Xiao's mind went blank again.

Only then did he seem to wake from a dream.

That was right.

What was the use of begging Bibi Dong?

The one who could truly decide everything was that pretty boy!

At this moment, he no longer cared about whether "a sect master bowing to a pretty boy was humiliating." He hurriedly turned and bowed to Lin Feng.

"Shopkeeper Lin!"

Tang Xiao's posture was so humble it was practically in the dust.

"Yuehua... she has truly admired you for a long time!"

"Please... please give her a chance and let her stay!?"

Afraid that Lin Feng would refuse, afraid that even this final hope would be shattered, he spoke quickly and anxiously.

Standing behind him, Tang Yuehua watched her once towering brother, now selling out his own younger sister like a dog wagging its tail and begging for favor—for the sect's interests, for those so-called immortal herbs.

Her heart ached as though pierced by countless