Lele nodded and hurried downstairs to get Miao Yin a bowl and chopsticks. Wen Ping then sat in his usual seat, picked up the bowl of rice that had already been served, glanced at the empty space beside him, and curiously asked, "Where’s Elder Yun and the others?"
Huai Ye quickly replied, "Elder Yun is guiding Zhao Qing in cultivation, and Uncle Wang is taking a nap. They won’t be coming to eat."
"Hmm, then let’s not wait, we’ll eat directly." Wen Ping picked up his chopsticks, ready to start serving himself some dishes.
Just then, Yang Lele came upstairs with the bowl and chopsticks, quickly walked over a few steps, and placed them on the table in front of Miao Yin. He then said, "Here you go, sit down and eat a bit with us. These dishes are very tasty."
Miao Yin glanced at the dining table, but shook her head and replied, "I’m not hungry."
Seeing Miao Yin’s lack of interest, Yang Lele said awkwardly, "Fine then, if you won’t eat, you’re just missing out."
After speaking, he directly sat back in his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating heartily.
For him, with one less person eating, he could have more food. Miao Yin’s disinterest was just fitting for his intentions.
During these days, the dishes cooked by Huai Ye were incredibly delicious, even better than those of the esteemed Huaikong, and they were making him crave badly. One bowl of rice, two bowls, were simply not enough to fill the teeth gaps.
Miao Yin naturally noticed Yang Lele’s ravenous eating, and felt somewhat disdainful. She even suspected whether Yang Lele had never eaten before, to be gobbling up food so indiscriminately, without any grace.
Of course, her refusal wasn’t because she wasn’t actually hungry.
She just dared not really sit at the table and eat with Qin Mo, as she understood the significance of rank. Furthermore, she felt tricked by the Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect, her mood was very unpleasant, and she had no appetite.
Withdrawing her gaze, she said to Qin Mo, "Young Master, Lord Qin Shan said that Miao Yin should stay by your side for this period of time."
"Let his orders go to hell!"
Qin Mo refused immediately.
Miao Yin seemed to have known Qin Mo would say this, quickly adding, "Young Master, this is the command from the master."
"My father..." Qin Mo was at a loss for words for a moment, glanced at Yang Lele, then at Huai Ye, his mind frantically flashing with various reasons for refusal, and finally his eyes landed on Wen Ping, "Well... it still won’t work, the Immortal Sect has regulations, non-sect disciples can only stay in the sect for at most one hour."
Miao Yin said, "Young Master, it’s your father’s decision; you can only comply."
Qin Mo smiled helplessly, and could only point to Yang Lele, "I’m not lying to you, that’s just how the Immortal Sect’s rules are. If you don’t believe me, ask Brother Yang; he’s the one who told me this rule. Even Demon Chef Huaikong often comes to the Immortal Sect but hasn’t stayed here for more than an hour."
"Young Master, could you fake a bit more, please?"
Using Demon Chef Huaikong as an excuse, it’s way too fake.
Although Demon Chef Huaikong’s realm isn’t high, he is a famous chef at East Lake. Many powerful figures from major forces couldn’t invite him to cook a few dishes even if they wanted to. Would a Starless Sect like the Immortal Sect really shoo him away if he came?
Just as Miao Yin finished speaking, Yang Lele quickly nodded beside her and said, "What your Young Master said is true; those are indeed the Immortal Sect’s regulations. You’ve already been here for nearly an hour; it’s almost time for you to head down the mountain."
"Is there really such a rule?"
"Would I lie to you? If you have doubts, wait for a couple of days when Huaikong comes up the mountain, and you’ll know."
"I don’t believe it."
To be honest, she didn’t believe the Immortal Sect had the guts to send Huaikong down the mountain; even Flying Fish Island hadn’t done that.
At this moment, Wen Ping put down his bowl and chopsticks and started to speak, "Miss Miao Yin, are you interested in joining the Immortal Sect? Once you join, you can directly take care of your Young Master, otherwise in a while you’ll have to leave the Immortal Sect."
"Joining the Immortal Sect, are you kidding? I don’t believe you dare to send me away." Miao Yin said carelessly with a smile, and as she turned, she suddenly saw her Young Master winking frantically at Wen Ping.
Wen Ping smiled faintly and, looking at Miao Yin, said, "Sorry, I definitely dare!"
"You..." Seeing Wen Ping’s serious look, Miao Yin felt a surge of anger welling up, but upon seeing her Young Master’s delighted smile between them, she quickly nodded directly, "Fine, I’ll join."
"Not..." Qin Mo’s smile instantly froze, furrowed his brows, holding his head with his hand as he looked at Miao Yin, speechless for a moment. Then he glanced at Wen Ping, who accepted Miao Yin into the sect, helplessness surged in his heart, he sighed towards the sky, "Sect Leader, you... sigh."
However, Wen Ping’s mood was different; he was particularly happy because he recruited another Three-star Talent disciple, and she was already at the Body Refining Twelfth Layer. Body Refining Twelfth Layer is a prestigious facade for the Immortal Sect now.
Suddenly, hasty footsteps came from the stairway.
Everyone looked to see Yun Liao hurriedly rushing in from downstairs, completely ignoring the appearance of an unfamiliar beauty on the floor. It was Miao Yin who looked at Yun Liao with a bit of astonishment.
Perhaps she was surprised by Yun Liao’s handsome appearance.
As soon as he got upstairs, Yun Liao sped up and reached Wen Ping’s side, asking, "Sect Leader, what is that Ten Layers Tower you mentioned?"
"It’s something new." Wen Ping replied casually, then reached out his chopsticks towards the tender bamboo shoots in front of Yang Lele. But just as he stretched out, Yang Lele suddenly stood up, inadvertently causing the table to shake, and the bamboo shoots Wen Ping had just picked up fell back onto the plate.
"Sect Leader, I’m sorry..."
Yang Lele hurriedly apologized.
Seeing this, Wen Ping smiled helplessly and said, "So hasty, sit down, there’s no need to rush. After we finish eating, I’ll take you all to see it."
After Wen Ping spoke, the faces of Qin Mo, Huai Ye, Yang Lele, and Yun Liao immediately showed joy. Even a blind person could feel the joy permeating the air at this moment.
Although everyone was reassured by Wen Ping to sit down, their hearts were still restless, and their minds were no longer on eating.
Miao Yin, watching this scene from the side, felt puzzled, especially when she saw her Young Master’s expression, she was even more confused.
In her memory, her Young Master rarely showed such expressions; the last time he showed such a delightful expression was on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony. Because on that day, the Patriarch announced his identity as the Qin Family heir to the entire Flying Fish Island.
However, seeing her Young Master’s reaction to hearing about a new thing now, he showed the same expression as getting the heir position.
Could the so-called new thing be as good as the heir position?
Just as she was lost in thought, Wen Ping stood up and said, "Clean up the table, and then follow me."
After Wen Ping spoke, everyone hurriedly started cleaning the dining table, one person gathering dishes, another collecting bowls and plates, busying themselves joyfully. Qin Mo wanted to lend a hand to help tidy up the table, but was stopped by Miao Yin beside him.
"Young Master, how could you do such a thing?"
"Then you do it." Qin Mo directly stepped back.
Miao Yin nodded, then hurriedly started tidying up the bowls and chopsticks. At this moment, she suddenly saw Yun Liao from beside her taking out a Thousand Gold Gold Ticket from his arms and speaking, "Sect Leader, this is one thousand gold; I’d like to request an opportunity to enter the Ten Layers Tower!"
Miao Yin was stunned instantly.
A thousand gold just for a chance?