"You're too kind, Senior. It's only a trifling matter; why trouble a steward to come personally? You summoned this junior here so urgently—may I ask what it is about?"
Two resentment-filled gazes flashed in her eyes. The obese female cultivator lowered her head slightly before speaking again to ask.
"Hmph! If this old man remembers correctly, after we cultivators pay the seat rental fee at your auction house, spiritual tea and spiritual wine should be served."
"This old man sees that the other rooms have them as well. Why is it that the rooms under your charge alone have nothing?"
With a cold snort, the cultivator who had spoken continued.
Faced with the questioning, the obese female cultivator's body trembled slightly. ??
Anger surged chaotically within her.
Hmph, a Rogue Cultivator was still a Rogue Cultivator. So what if he had cultivated to the Out of Body stage? Those who had never seen the world had never seen the world. He even wanted to take advantage of a few worthless cups of spiritual tea and wine.
For this lady to serve you tea and pour you wine? Dream on!
This lady simply won't give you any!
Her thoughts turning in secret, the obese female cultivator's eyes rolled.
Having made up her mind, she forced down the dissatisfaction in her heart and quickly said in a low voice, "Well... to be honest, too many cultivators came to this auction, so there wasn't enough spiritual tea and wine prepared. By the time it reached me, there was already none left."
"Is there truly none?"
The cultivator retorted. Beneath the Bamboo Hat, two sharp, icy glints seemed to shoot forth, as though trying to see through the obese female cultivator.
Gritting her teeth, the obese female cultivator was just about to continue denying