"Senior Sister Lin, what are you all standing around for? Hurry up and help me with the sales! There's a whole crowd of customers waiting outside. Get moving, all of you!"
Ying Ming Hao ordered them around without a shred of courtesy. Since they were here, they would have to toil like old draft oxen. What did he care if their delicate fingers had never touched dishwater?
"As you command, young master!"
Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others quickly snapped out of their daze and joined in the sales without hesitation. Although Lin Zihan and Miss Shui had never done this before, they soon busied themselves with a convincing air of competence.
The disciples who had come to buy ingredients were green-eyed with envy. Beauties as lovely as heavenly immortals obeyed Ying Ming Hao's every word. That had to feel ridiculously good.
Yun Qingyi also rushed over with the prepared ingredients, then hurried back to catch more spirit beasts with all his might, so busy his feet barely touched the ground.
"Senior Sister Liu, here are the ingredients you wanted. Please check them. That'll be five million lower-grade spirit stones!"
Ying Ming Hao handed over two Storage Bags with a broad smile, then looked at her expectantly.
Those lustful men, ravenous as wolves and tigers, had all gone to line up in front of Qing Yun, Lin Zihan, and the other women, while the women flocked to him, Wang Yong, and the other men. It was truly a world divided between ice and fire.
As Senior Sister Liu took the Storage Bags, she deliberately brushed the back of Ying Ming Hao's hand, light as a dragonfly skimming water. After carefully checking that the quantities were correct, she said in a coy, simpering voice:
"Junior Brother, you see, I