Mother Jujube carried out a tea cup and set it on the stone table.
"Please have some tea, Mister. And this gentleman is?"
Mother Jujube looked at Xiezhi. She could clearly tell that this was not his true body; it did not even have much sense of flesh and blood.
Before Ji Yuan could speak, Xiezhi rose on his own and solemnly cupped his hands toward Mother Jujube, his attitude noticeably more respectful.
"My surname is Xie. Mother Jujube, you may call me Mister Xie. I am Mister Ji's friend."
The woman before him was no simple rogue cultivator from the countryside. She was a true Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root, an existence of the legendary sort in the eyes of most cultivators in this age—someone no one could possibly ignore.
"So it is Mister Xie!"
Mother Jujube gracefully returned a Wanfu Ceremony, but the Little Characters in the courtyard immediately began clamoring.
"Farting Technique, what Mister Xie? His name is nothing like Mister Xie." "That's right, he's just a painting!"
"Exactly, exactly! You're just a Xiezhi in a painting. What kind of Mister Xie are you?"
"That's right, you've freeloaded so much from Great Master!" "Shameless!"
"No sense of shame!" "Shame, shame, shame!"
Xiezhi grinned, sweeping his gaze across the Little Characters amid the faint Ink Light in the courtyard.
"Great Master invited me. Who are you lot to wag your tongues? I'll keep eating in the future—keep eating!"
Xiezhi deliberately spoke to the Little Characters in an especially exaggerated tone. To Ji Yuan's ears, there was only one phrase for it: asking for a beating.
The little pavilion's courtyard instantly erupted. Even the Little Characters that had not been besieging Xiezhi before rushed over, chirping noisily around the stone table as they tried to quarrel with him. Yet