"Yes, yes, exactly!"
"I got knocked out with a club, and then... then inspiration struck, and I composed a poem..."
Bai Yutang stopped abruptly halfway through. No, he had spun the wrong yarn. He hurried to steer it back on course.
Just then, the Message Transmission Talisman at his waist began flashing. He picked it up and saw that Fang Yuan had sent him a message.
The Grand Supreme Elders all leaned over, extending their divine sense into the Message Transmission Talisman. Faced with a string of bizarre, ghostly scribbles, they were utterly baffled.
"What does this mean?"
Bai Yutang explained without batting an eyelid, "Oh, it's spam. Just ignore it."
"Come on, let's keep talking!"
He tapped the table as he spoke. "By the way, this third-tier Scarlet Flame Qilin Ox meat tastes fantastic. Could I have another two plates?"
The Grand Supreme Elders seated there twitched, their faces darkening.
They realized this disciple was a little too fucking shameless!
They had asked him for some information, but after all that talking, he hadn't given them anything worth a damn. Meanwhile, he had already polished off several of their third-tier spirit beasts and three enormous jars of thousand-year-old spirit wine. He could drink more than all these old fellows put together!
But to pry information about that genius out of him, they could only sacrifice their precious reserves.
One Grand Supreme Elder could only grit his teeth and call, "Attendants!"
"Bring Martial Nephew Bai another plate of Scarlet Flame Qilin Ox, and open another jar of Monkey Brew!"
Bai Yutang immediately nodded in satisfaction.
He truly hadn't expected that after reciting the incantation Chun Xiaobai had given him, not only would he escape punishment from the Sect, but he would be invited here and treated to a lavish feast.