Today, we all had classes at the main peak, and the dining hall was packed.
She had agreed to treat Qin Xi to dinner, but they ran into Wan Qiji on the way. Before Song Tingwan could even invite him, Qin Xi's eyes lit up and she cheerfully pulled Wan Qiji along.
"Wan'er shouldn't mind hiring one more person, right?" Qin Xi winked at her.
With so many people in the dining hall today, how strong must the body cultivator be? Plus, with that huge sword that's taller than a person, no one dares to push him when he stands there.
The main fear was that if he turned around, he would smash a large knife on his back onto my head.
Her little scheme was too easy to guess, Song Tingwan nodded with a smile.
Wan Qiji, who was being stared at expectantly by the two, remained silent for a long while. "No need to invite them, the dining hall has free meals."
The dining hall provides meals daily. The two free meals are made from common ingredients. In addition, there are meals made from rare spiritual herbs. These meals are rich in spiritual energy and cost fifty low-grade spirit stones per serving.
Poor monks like Wanqiji usually only eat what's free.
Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and smiled, "Thank you for clearing the way for me today. Otherwise, if we hadn't stopped you in time, Qin Xi would have had to spend 10,000 spirit stones for nothing."
Qin Xi nodded in agreement, "Oh, don't be shy, come with us!"
After saying that, she pulled Song Tingwan away, not forgetting to turn back and call for Wan Qiji to hurry up and follow.
The three followed the crowd into the dining hall, which was indeed packed with people.
Fortunately, only a small number of people were at the window for extra-cost meals.
Qin Xi exclaimed in surprise at the huge crowd, then pushed Song Tingwan to save seats, while she called Wan Qiji to buy lunch.
Qin Xi was in a hurry, but Song Tingwan remembered that she was the one who was treating, so she quickly stuffed the identity token into her hand.
With Wan Qiji leading the way, the two of them hurried off.
There were too many people and not enough tables and chairs, so many people were like them, with some ordering food and others reserving seats.
Song Tingwan looked around but couldn't find a single empty spot, so she frowned in frustration and continued searching.
Or should we spend some spirit stones to share a table?
The arrogant alchemist was about to make a move when someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind.
"My beauty, we meet again."
Baili Xijiang held the meal in his hands, his face full of surprise.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow, "Young Master Baili?"
Baili Xijiang nodded and looked at her warmly, "Can't you find an empty seat? Come with me."
She shook her head with some difficulty, "I came with a friend, I'm afraid there won't be enough room."
"How many of you are there?"
"...Three people."
She declined because she was worried that Qin Xi would dislike him because of their argument that morning, but he was too straightforward and waved his hand happily upon hearing her words.
"Come on, there's room."
"etc…"
While the two were locked in a stalemate in the crowd, Qin Xi and Wan Qiji had already ordered the food and come over.
The moment Qin Xi saw Baili Xijiang, she curled her lip in disgust, "Why is it you again, you nouveau riche, always haunting me?"
"Hey! I am noble... Don't insult me with the word 'ghost'."
Wan Qiji had no interest in the two bickering. The silent body cultivator carried a large plate of food and walked behind Song Tingwan.
His idea was simple: he'd go with whoever was paying.
Song Tingwan was at her wit's end; she couldn't persuade the two of them no matter what she tried.
In the end, for some unknown reason, the three of them inexplicably followed Baili Xijiang to the table he had occupied.
A person sitting at that table was relaxed and smiled at them, offering their seat.
"The transaction is over. Junior brothers and sisters, please enjoy your meal. I'll be leaving now."
Baili Xijiang put down the dishes in his hand and nodded happily, "Thank you, senior brother. I'll come to you again next time."
The man turned around and smiled warmly, "No problem, no problem."
Song Tingwan's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then she silently raised an eyebrow.
Despite having deficiencies in his innate meridians, he was still able to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage.
It's like a basin with a hole in it; the water keeps leaking out, but it can still hold water.
Even a small number is surprising.
"Who is this person...?" Song Tingwan asked after sitting down.
Baili Xijiang blinked. "That one just now? He's also an outer disciple, a senior from the previous year."
Song Tingwan nodded in understanding.
He painstakingly raised his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage, and the hardships involved are self-evident. At first glance, he seems like someone who is only focused on earning spirit stones, but he doesn't have the air of a merchant. Instead, he is frank and open-minded.
If given some help, this kind of person will be more than just an ordinary disciple.
"...Wan'er, Wan'er? What are you thinking about?"
During a brief pause in Qin Xi's banter with Baili Xijiang, he noticed her lost in thought and waved his hand in front of her eyes.
Song Tingwan snapped out of her reverie and smiled slightly, "I was wondering what my Si Yao was doing."
I haven't seen her for six or seven days now, and I don't know what she's been up to.
My younger sister is too independent, which makes me, as the older sister, feel quite disappointed.
.
--distant.
—Si Yao?
—What are you busy with?
While sparring with Yun Qian, Song Siyao was momentarily distracted, and her opponent seized the opportunity, striking her arm and wrist with his wooden sword, attempting to knock the sword away from her.
Song Siyao frowned, gripped the wooden sword tightly, tilted her head to the side, and attacked Yun Qian's face with the wooden sword.
Yun Qian quickly took half a step back, dodged, and then flicked his wrist, knocking the wooden sword out of her hand.
After performing a flourish with his sword, Yun Qian smiled and praised, "Not bad, you've improved a lot."
After saying that, he quickly frowned, his face turning serious as he reprimanded her.
"The worst thing you can do when facing an enemy is to be distracted; you must not repeat this mistake."
"Practice the sword moves fifty times today."
Song Siyao picked up the wooden sword, his expression serious: "Okay."
After Yun Qian left, Song Siyao took out the communication talisman to check.
Song Tingwan sent her dozens of messages, chattering away like a pampered, noble cat waiting for a reply.
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