The man's eyelid twitched, but in the end he said nothing. He perfunctorily cupped his hands, then stepped into the hall.
No sooner had he sat down and glanced at the jade table, taking in the mess of wine and meat covering it, than he shook his head in distaste. His lips moved, but he remained silent.
"It's been a long time, Qingzhi. As the saying goes, no one visits the temple without a reason. What important business has brought you to the Eastern Sea this time?"
The man asked.
"I missed home, so I came especially to visit my relatives!"
Qingzhi swallowed the last mouthful of Apricot Cheese. Still not satisfied, she stretched out her neck and licked the bottom of the bowl clean before mumbling:
"Cousin, I have to say, the food in your Dragon Palace really is better than what they serve in the Vermilion Luminescence Sect! I wish I could live here forever. Please, let me manage the Dining Hall!"
Put you in the Dining Hall... wouldn't that be letting a rat into the rice bin?
The man silently grumbled to himself, then said with a smile that never reached his eyes:
"Qingzhi, eat slowly. There's no hurry. You still haven't told me exactly why you've come to the Eastern Sea this time."
The man was the Fourteenth Prince of the Eastern Sea, named Ao Qing, and he had dealt with Qingzhi more than once.
In a certain sense.
The two could be considered old acquaintances.
He knew that the fat bird before him had always been utterly shameless and unable to read anyone's expression. Given the slightest opening, she would climb straight up the pole.
She also frequently used sect business as an excuse to visit the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, freeloading on food and