Qingque frowned at the shopkeeper's flattery and cut straight to the point:
"We're both Xianzhou natives, so stop beating around the bush and trying to cozy up to me. Just say what you want."
"Er, I'm just curious about the gentleman inside. Who is he?" the shopkeeper asked quietly. "He can't be a Xianzhou native, can he? Otherwise, his reputation would have spread throughout our culinary circles by now."
"You talk too much." Qingque rubbed between her brows. "What are all these pleasantries leading up to? What exactly do you want to ask?"
After a pause, she nodded to herself:
"Oh, I get it. You want to ask whether we have enough money to pay the bill. That's all you business owners really care about."
Qingque was clever, provided she was willing to put that cleverness to use.
Hearing her words, the shopkeeper awkwardly rubbed his nose, tacitly admitting it.
Qingque gave a cold laugh and said flatly:
"How foolish. With his power, forget a meal here-he could easily buy your entire restaurant, or even this whole street. And you're worried he can't afford the bill!"
He was an Emanator!
There was no shortage of rich people in the Sea of Stars, but Emanators were truly rare.
At an Emanator's level, would money even be a concern?
He probably only had to crook a finger for countless followers to willingly offer their entire fortunes in exchange for a single blessing.
Qingque felt she had been conservative, if anything.
Forget this street-he could probably buy the entire Exalting Sanctum delve, or even the whole Xianzhou Luofu!
The cost of a single meal was hardly worth mentioning.
The shopkeeper's concern struck Qingque as ridiculous, like a cup worrying that the ocean couldn't fill it.
But she couldn't explain that he was an