As Yan Yingmu's closed-door disciple, Pian Xian Meng Die has a very high status in Miaozhen Temple, at least to the point that no one would say anything about bringing a foreigner like Ye Rong in.
As the chief disciple of Qingcheng Tianyuan Hall, if he wanted to bring a non-Qingcheng player into the sect, he would have to go through the elder's approval.
"This is our unique Taihu Cui Bamboo Tea, which is available in a limited supply every day. Give it a try."
Ye Rong was dumbfounded as an old servant brought two cups of tea, envy rising within him.
"Meng Die, you have quite a nice life. I'm the chief disciple of Qingcheng Tianshu Hall, and I don't have two Daoist disciples to serve me with tea, massage my back, and rub my waist."
"Your request sounds like you're looking for two maidservants to serve you."
The long-legged sister chuckled and pushed the Taihu Cui Bamboo Tea in front of Ye Rong.
