"What is so unbearable?"
Lin Changheng's lips barely moved, but his words left no room for sentiment. "Fellow Daoist Wu, you have already waited all these years. Surely a few more days won't hurt?"
The old Daoist Wu Jiu chuckled. "Before obtaining it, waiting any length of time meant nothing. But once it was in my hands, with only this last step remaining, it was like a cat clawing at my heart. I could hardly contain myself."
"Still, I lost my composure. Allow me to order some more spirit cuisine and fine wine for you, Fellow Daoist Lin, as an apology."
Lin Changheng neither agreed nor objected. Wu Jiu summoned the palace-robed serving woman waiting outside, ordered a heap of spirit cuisine and wine, and paid generously with spirit stones.
Once she had left, Wu Jiu clicked his tongue. "I was clearly the one paying this time. Why didn't she give me those shining eyes full of respect and admiration she showed last time?"
Lin Changheng could not help laughing.
The old Daoist certainly knew how to "hold a grudge."
Last time, the serving woman had smiled only at him and ignored the old Daoist, who had taken it to heart. Now that host and guest had traded places, she had smiled again, but without that same admiration, leaving the old Daoist rather jealous.
Still, he was only grumbling. He would not murder someone to vent his anger. Otherwise, Lin Changheng would never have cooperated with someone so black-hearted and ruthless.
They exchanged cups and enjoyed themselves.
The food was enjoyable, the wine was enjoyable, and their conversation was equally pleasant.
In particular, Lin Changheng deliberately asked about the Azure Firmament Sect, its territories, and their history. Wu Jiu concealed nothing and answered him directly.
He even knew quite a