After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 391

Mo Jiuwei paused for a moment when she saw the gray clothes, but quickly realized what was going on.

That person was actually the leader of the Wangliu sect?
It's actually quite comical.

However, if that's the case... not only will today's turmoil surely dissipate, but the two things I need will also be settled.

“Jiuwei…”

Ren Ruojiu was unaware that Mo Jiuwei and the leader of the Wangliu were acquainted. Upon hearing this, she was startled and instinctively grabbed Mo Jiuwei's arm.

“It’s okay, I know him, he means me no harm,” Mo Jiuwei explained.

Manager Zhu's face turned even paler.

Meanwhile, the previously lawless Young Master Feng was now quietly waiting on the side, trying to slip away unnoticed.

Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose. No matter how arrogant he was, he became obedient after seeing Mo Jiuwei's talisman.

The rich enjoy the world more; they have always enjoyed the privileges of their status and live a comfortable and carefree life, so they don't want to die young.

If this girl really uses the talisman recklessly, it would be such a waste for me to die!

Forget it, it's not worth arguing with a child. It would be like I'm the one bullying them.

After comforting himself, he learned that the master of the illusory flow was there, and he immediately trembled with fear.

Just because he dares to be arrogant in front of Manager Zhu doesn't mean he dares to be arrogant in front of Lord Liu! Not to mention him, even the head of the Feng family wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Lord Liu, who is the king of the underworld!

The fact that the young girl knew the lord of the river almost made Young Master Feng break out in a cold sweat.

Just as he was feeling lingering fear, he suddenly met Mo Jiuwei's gaze as she looked in his direction. Despite being a child, her eyes were icy cold, seemingly filled with a thousand killing intents, making him tremble with fear!

"Um, what happened today was a misunderstanding. I had some drinks and my mind wasn't quite clear. Little sister, please don't be offended."

Young Master Feng forced a smile and hurriedly took out a magical artifact, stuffing it haphazardly into her hand. "This is my apology. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he ran away as fast as he could, so fast that his men almost couldn't keep up.

Mo Jiuwei glanced at the pink flower-shaped defensive magic weapon in her hand, gave a soft snort, and then put it away.

Well, this kid is flexible enough to bend and stretch, so let's let him off the hook for now.

"I'll go up with you," Ren Ruojiu said.

"No need, you can wait for me in the beast-drawn carriage. I'll get down as soon as possible," Mo Jiuwei said.

"Alright... then call me immediately if anything happens."

Even though she could shout, she might not be able to do anything, but at least she would know the situation from above in a timely manner.

"Then, please." Manager Zhu smiled obsequiously and genuinely gestured for Mo Jiuwei to proceed.

Moreover, judging from his hesitant expression as if he wanted to reach out but was afraid to, it seemed he wanted to hug Mo Jiuwei but was afraid she would refuse.

Mo Jiuwei, of course, wouldn't let him carry her, so she didn't even look at him and walked ahead on her short legs.

However, in the end, she didn't climb the stairs herself; instead, her maid carried her to the third-floor stairwell.

Manager Zhu followed closely behind, his expression revealing his distress over what to say to the lord of the river. Mo Jiuwei glanced at the unopened door and waved the jar in her hand at Manager Zhu, "Manager Zhu, don't you want to see? What kind of tea is this?"

Manager Zhu was taken aback. Before he could answer, Mo Jiuwei opened the lid.

A delicate fragrance of tea wafted out, rich yet refreshing, making him involuntarily take a deep breath.

Zhu Hong loved money, power, and rare items, but his personal favorite thing was drinking tea.

He also collects tea himself. He has tasted or collected almost all the precious teas on the mainland. His favorite thing to do in his life is to hoard the teas he likes after tasting them.

Even if there's too much to drink, it doesn't matter. As long as I can see it often in my Qiankun bag, I feel incredibly satisfied.

The most regrettable thing is that you can't buy or drink the tea you like.

Many people try to please him by collecting all sorts of rare and precious teas, but those are either not what he likes, or he already has them, so they never quite hit the mark.

After a while, when he heard that someone was giving him tea as a gift, he would have a funny feeling, like, "Tsk tsk, let's see what kind of tea you'll give me." He was mostly just looking for a laugh, because he knew that if he had any expectations, he would most likely be disappointed.

Well, he was bound to be disappointed with the tea, but the tea caddies that people brought to hold the tea were often incredibly exquisite and valuable; in fact, he found the caddies more attractive than the tea leaves.

He didn't even bother to open the tea canister that Mo Jiuwei had taken out today, so he naturally didn't think there was any valuable tea inside.

But at that moment, this unfamiliar and novel fragrance instantly captivated his sense of smell, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep sniff, becoming completely intoxicated.

Wonderful, wonderful!
It was gentler than his favorite Blue Mountain King, and stronger than the fragrance of Magnolia denudata, yet it also had an indescribable coolness.

He opened his eyes and stared straight ahead, his mouth already watering.

Inside the simple white tea caddy, the tea leaves, tinged with grayish-purple, were clearly all tender buds, undoubtedly the finest cuts from the tea tree.

The color and the scent were things Zhu Hong had never seen or smelled before, and he couldn't help but become extremely interested!
"This tea is wonderful! Does it have a name? Where does it come from?" he asked in a series of questions, his face full of enthusiasm, and he reached out his hand.

But he reached out and missed.

Mo Jiuwei then put the lid back on, stored the tea in her immortal abode, and gave Zhu Hong a smile: "...Hehe, I won't tell you!"

You bastard, you dare look down on my tea!

I've already been very kind of you to prepare this for you in advance, but you look down on me at all and treat this tea like trash.

In that case, don't drink it.

It would take a lifetime of searching and longing, but in the end, it would be better if you could only search in vain and die with regrets!

After saying that, Mo Jiuwei pushed open the door and walked in by herself.

He didn't even glance at Zhu Hong, who was frozen in place.

There are several rooms on the third floor, presumably used for receiving guests. This one has the best location and is also the largest.

Incense was burning in the room, and the man in black, called "Master Bai," stood by the window with his arms crossed. The window was now closed.

The man in gray sat there reading the jade slips. There were many jade slips, and he would quickly read them and then categorize and put them away, as if he were handling some official business.

Hearing the noise at the door, he looked up and said with a hint of mockery, "We meet again, little one."

"It really is you." Mo Jiuwei snorted.