Eldest Young Sir Qin's mouth quirked up. He understood that His Excellency the Holy Son was here to reprimand him once more, given his past encounters with the stoic attendant.
"10,000 spirit currency for a single cup of spiritual tea."
"I'll take three cups," Eldest Young Sir Qin promptly paid, drawing incredulous looks from Gu Yixuan of the Gu Clan and others, who considered it foolish to spend so lavishly.
After all, for cultivators like them, abstaining from food and drink for a few days and nights was not a big deal. Why indulge in the stoic attendant's exorbitant tea and rice?
Eldest Young Sir Qin blinked and added with a playful grin, "I enjoy witnessing the little stoic's subtle satisfaction when she deceives people."
The crowd exchanged bemused glances. Based on their understanding of the stoic attendant, while she might not show it on her face, she was likely quite pleased inside.
