"Little schoolboy, little lad, off to school with his bag, never afraid..." Beside the Heart-Questioning Bridge, everyone could hear Lan Yue's childish singing.
The moment they heard that song, quite a few people shuddered inwardly.
Because whenever that voice appeared, it could only mean that little rascal Lan Yue had come to sell tea again!
And the infuriating little thing deliberately chose to set up her drink stall right before their matches.
Although Lan Yue's listed prices were sky-high, there were simply too many competitors. Everyone wanted a sip before the match to improve their chances of passing.
Just think about it: everyone else paid for some, and you alone refused. Wouldn't you feel you were losing out?
If you were all at the same level, and the others could pass just by spending money, why should you be the one to fail?
And failing at a stage as crucial as the Heart-Questioning Bridge meant not only missing the finals, but not even getting a final ranking.
Then what had all their hard work over such a long time been for? Wasn't it all for a place in the rankings?
Higher-ranked sects received more resources, and the disciples who ranked higher also received more resources and support.
Afterward, they could participate in the Four-Region Grand Competition, the true contest of prodigies that encompassed the entire Cultivation World.
So could they let those smug little villains outdo them? No, absolutely not!
Thus, as soon as Lan Yue arrived beside the Heart-Questioning Bridge with her bamboo basket on her back, a crowd surrounded her, each person scrambling to hand her spirit stones.
"Don't rush, don't rush! There's enough for everyone!" Lan Yue accepted the spirit stones they offered with both hands, all smiles.
"The weak tea and strong tea have different prices.