The attendant swallowed and said in a trembling voice:
"R-reporting to Steward Kong, the visitor is a woman."
"She claimed to come from an exalted Dao Lineage and demanded to see Prefect Ye by name."
"Then she kept complaining about the poor quality of our tea and smashed several cups."
"She even said she would drink nothing but Yingdezhi from Divine Dragon Mountain!"
"I truly didn't know what to do. I was afraid of offending some powerful figure with far-reaching connections, so I dared not delay and hurried here to seek the Prefectural Lord's instructions!"
At those words.
Kong Zhiqiu's heart gave a violent leap, and her newfound eagerness to prove herself vanished completely.
Divine Dragon Mountain?!
Was this a joke? That was a top-tier sect on the same level as the Yin-Yang Sect!
Its specialty, Yingdezhi immortal tea... was said to be nurtured by absorbing the energy of dragon veins, with only a few dozen taels produced every ten thousand years.
Anyone who could drink even a mouthful was a true powerhouse of the Cold Sea Continent!
How could someone who demanded such tea without batting an eye be an ordinary person?!
To survive in the True Source World, where people devoured one another without leaving so much as a bone, background and backing mattered most!
What if she was a direct descendant of some powerhouse from Divine Dragon Mountain, traveling beyond her sect...?
Kong Zhiqiu's heart pounded frantically. She instinctively turned toward Ye Li, hoping to explain what was at stake.
But before she could speak.
Ye Li had already stepped forward at some point. He glanced at the attendant and asked again, as if to confirm:
"Dustdream Hall?"
"Y-yes, Prefect!" The attendant nodded repeatedly.
The next instant.
Ye Li vanished from the spot, shrinking the distance beneath