Li Lingtian asked for a private room in the teahouse.
After entering the private room, a waiter brought the best tea and some snacks from the teahouse and left.
Cheng Ping looked at Li Lingtian but did not dare to sit down. This was also a form of etiquette.
Without the other party's agreement, he could not be on equal footing with the client. Moreover, the young man in front of him was not a simple person. If he was not careful, he would lose his life. Naturally, he would not do such a thing.
"Have a seat."
"Tell me what happened in the Immortal Realm."
"Whether or not you can take these spirit stones will depend on your ability."
Li Lingtian sat in front of the coffee table and made an inviting gesture with a faint smile on his face. With a flick of his Divine Perception, he took out a storage pouch and placed it on the coffee table right in front of Cheng Ping.
