When Master Ouyang is about to burst a vessel, a bleary-eyed servant finally comes to the counter.
"Apologies honored guests, I'm afraid our humble establishment hasn't been getting many visitors lately."
He might as well have slapped Master Ouyang outright and be done with it
"Peiya village personally contacted us, requesting our assistance to handle their hungry ghost problem, and this is how we are welcomed?" A thick vein on Master Ouyang's temple throbs as he shouts at the poor servant.
Xi Zirui keeps his eyes fixed on that pulsating vein, wondering if it's going to burst, showering everyone in blood, or if Master Ouyang will qi-deviate first.
The servant bows profusely, his forehead almost knocking on the counter. "This humble one apologizes honored guest!"
Only when Master Ouyang stops shouting does the poor servant straighten back up, eyeing all the gathered disciples in mild panic.
