In front of the elegant seats of the tea house, the two were silent.
By this hour, the tea house should have already closed up shop—after all, not everyone stays up late like these cultivators, pretending to be immortals. But how does that saying go?
With money, you can make even the millstone jump and strike a ghost.
Besides, Jiang Feng merely needed to pick a quiet place to cool off and ease his rather sour mood; he didn't require any service of tea delivery.
Tempted by a lump of gold, the shopkeeper briskly let the Immortal Master do as he pleased. He patted his behind, shut the door, and rolled off to sleep, leaving Jiang Feng to do whatever he pleased.
Well, once on the path of cultivation, one truly doesn't lack ordinary gold and silver. Not to mention, his spoils of war contained everything one could desire, and just casually exchanging a few low-level Spirit Stones could get you a pile of items.
