Chu Qiu Drinks Icy Wine While Waiting for Lan Tian

"Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones per pound for your watermelon?"

"Two Low-Grade Spirit Stones per pound!"

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"Fuck, is your watermelon flesh made of spirit stones, or are the seeds made of spirit rice?"

"Take a look—this is a Supreme-Grade Watermelon. Where else are you going to find one like it?"

"Is your watermelon guaranteed ripe?"

"Ha, as if I'd sell you an unripe melon!"

The conversation between Zhao Ziyue on the left and the male fellow Daoist across from him gave Xu Changqing a strange sense of déjà vu.

He could not help asking whether the other man's surname was Liu.

"How did you know?" Liu Qiang looked at the unfamiliar face across from him in surprise.

Xu Changqing froze for a moment, then reminded Zhao Ziyue, "Watch out for the fruit knife!"

Zhao Ziyue looked puzzled upon hearing this, clearly not understanding what he meant.

However, Xu Changqing's attention had already shifted elsewhere.

As the aroma of roasted meat grew ever richer,

more and more people became interested.

A potbellied male fellow Daoist stepped forward and asked, "How much is one skewer of roasted meat?"

Hu Bugui answered, "Three Low-Grade Spirit Stones per skewer."

"That expensive?" The potbellied male fellow Daoist's eyes widened.

Hu Bugui chuckled. "We have limited-time combo meals. The price is even better."

The word "better" made the potbellied male fellow Daoist's eyes light up. "How much better?!"

Hu Bugui grinned as he introduced them. "Buy Limited-Time Combo One now, and for just five Low-Grade Spirit Stones, you can get one skewer of roasted meat and one cup of Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice Wine~"

As soon as he said that, the other man could not help mulling it over.

One skewer of roasted meat cost three Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

One cup of Supreme-Grade