The old Taoist priest quickly shook his head, "We didn't eavesdrop on the door."
"..."
Song Tingwan laughed angrily and threw away the orange in her hand.
Without changing her expression, Song Siyao picked up the orange that had rolled to the side of the table and bent down to peel it for her older sister.
"The three of them were leaning against the door, but I wasn't."
"Yes, my sister is peering out the window; she can see much better than we can."
Over there, the two who were arguing took a moment to retort, leaving Song Tingwan speechless with helplessness.
"You're not sleeping in the middle of the night, so you're just idle once your consciousness recovers, right?"
"Hehe, that's all thanks to the pills Master gave me that I recovered so quickly."
Baili Xijiang, being rather simple-minded, responded without understanding the situation.
His master threw an orange at him.
The silly dragon caught it with great pride and tossed it around to show off to them.
Song Tingwan simply couldn't bear to look.
They're all so idle.
He even secretly spied on her.
But it's funny when you think about it.
Song Tingwan remained calm and sent a telepathic message to Shen Zhuochuan.
A short while later, the man replied to her.
—No need to think about it, only my stupid nephew could come up with that. I'll beat him up when I get back.
The woman raised an eyebrow, glanced at her smug little apprentice, and struggled to suppress her laughter.
"Sister."
Song Siyao cut the peeled orange in half and handed it to her older sister.
Song Tingwan snapped out of her daze and took it.
"Why are you joining in their fun?"
"Who can blame us for making this a lively occasion for our elder sister?"
This orange is so sour.
Song Tingwan narrowed her eyes and stuffed the remaining half into her younger sister's hand, "It's so sweet, have a taste."
The girl chewed with a straight face.
He spat it out without batting an eye.
"I'm afraid it's because my sister is happy."
"Oh, Ah Yao has started saying sarcastic things now."
Song Tingwan smiled and took out a handkerchief. After wiping herself, she took her younger sister's hand and gently wiped it with the spiritual spring water.
“Sister, once you recover, he won’t be good enough for you.” The girl looked at her stubbornly.
It's just an ordinary dragon.
Her elder sister is an eighth-grade alchemist.
Eighth rank is not even the upper limit.
No one is good enough for her older sister.
Song Tingwan pretended not to understand and deliberately teased her: "Does that mean he's good enough for you if he can't recover his health?"
"Pah, pah, pah! We'll see the Fuyao Fairy Flower tomorrow! What are you saying, Wan'er? Quickly say 'pah, pah, pah' with me!"
Qin Xi quickly supported her shoulder, his face serious.
Baili Xijiang was so anxious that he quickly told her to spit it out.
Song Tingwan had no choice but to cooperate with them, spitting three times before stopping.
"I've inquired about it. Tomorrow's auction is difficult to get invitations for, and one item is worth ten cities. It's said that a sect leader once used ten cities to buy just one of the items."
Qin Xi has been quite busy these past few days, strolling around the streets like a wanderer, and coaxing some beautiful female cultivators into sharing a lot of information.
"I've saved up a lot over the years, it's not much, but I hope it can be of some help."
Wanqiji took the lead and pushed his storage ring onto the table.
Song Siyao also removed all her storage space, magical artifacts, and spiritual weapons.
"Give it all to my elder sister. You must buy it. Do you need me to teleport back to the clan to ask the clan chief for help? If it's not enough, I can ask my master to lend me some."
Song Tingwan shook her head with amusement and stopped Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi from jumping around taking off their baby.
"Have you all forgotten that Yueji Pavilion is my shop?"
"That's right, Wan'er is richer than us. If it's really not enough, we can pool our money. If not, my sister can borrow from the Sword Inquiry Sect and the Hidden Cloud Sect. I'll borrow from my father, Baili can borrow from the Dragon Clan, and Aji can borrow from his family. I don't believe we can't buy a single flower!" Qin Xi slammed his hand on the table, determined to get the Soaring Immortal Flower.
“You’ve all forgotten about my uncle. Don’t worry, he’s rich. If it’s not enough, I’ll just go and move his warehouse.”
Baili Xijiang patted his chest and winked at his master.
It was only after last night that he vaguely realized that his uncle actually wanted to—
Hehe, maybe he doesn't need to worry about it at all. If it's really not enough, with his uncle's cunning, he'll give his master all the family's wealth in the next instant.
Xiao Long grinned foolishly, and Song Tingwan glanced at the table before throwing another orange at him.
"Oh, Master, I don't like oranges."
The others laughed.
After she had had her fill of commotion, Qin Xi sat leisurely in her recliner and began to imagine the happy days ahead as her Wan'er recovered.
"Once Wan'er recovers, let's venture into the world of cultivation together! We'll draw our swords when we encounter injustice and help the kind-hearted when we meet them. Those days will surely be wonderful."
This time, Baili Xijiang was tied to a chair beforehand, but he wasn't annoyed. He awkwardly and clumsily peeled the orange.
"But Master already had so many admirers before, now that he's recovered, won't a bunch of high-level cultivators want to get close to him?"
"What? My sister had many admirers before?" Song Siyao frowned. How come she didn't know?
Aside from meeting Su Yang, who had ulterior motives, she seemed to have no other memories of him.
Baili Xijiang nodded blankly, "There are many people who want to curry favor with Master. In the past, every time there was a competition for the dining hall, you all went to compete for it, while Master and I went to reserve a spot."
"When Master stood there, all the fellow disciples, regardless of whether they had eaten enough, stood up and wanted to give us their food."
"On weekdays, many fellow disciples would bump into Master on the way. Haha, the excuses from each peak were different, it was so funny."
He can go on and on once he starts talking.
While others were stunned, they couldn't help but look at Song Tingwan with sympathy.
It turns out she silently rejected so many things all by herself!
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