"Why so impatient?"
Lin Changheng's lips twitched, but his words were sharp. "Mr. Wu, you've waited for so many years. A few more days shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Wu Jiu chuckled. "When you don't have something, waiting is easy. But once it's in your grasp and you're just one step away, it's like a cat scratching at your heart—unbearable."
"But I've lost my composure. Allow me to order some more Spiritual Food and Wine for you to enjoy, Mr. Lin, as an apology."
Lin Changheng remained noncommittal. He watched as Wu Jiu summoned the palace-gowned Female Attendant waiting outside, ordered a heap of Spiritual Food and Wine, and tossed out Spirit Stones with great generosity.
After the Female Attendant left, Wu Jiu clicked his tongue. "I'm clearly the one paying this time. Why didn't she give me that same look of reverence, admiration, and shining eyes she gave you last time?"
Lin Changheng couldn't help but laugh.
'This old Daoist really holds a grudge.'
