Hao never got this kind of reaction from Lin Yijun or the others from Sovereign City.
None of them had ever dropped to their knees in front of the cup noodles and whispered, "We meet again, o sacred broth."
Was he severely underestimating the impact of the goods produced by the system?
Maybe Scorching Soul City cultivators just had more… creative meridian flow.
Hao shook his head and headed back behind the counter.
Meanwhile, Old Tiger Zhao was still over by the ice cream machine, babbling to it in hushed tones
Hao mentally stuffed cotton in his ears.. He'd already heard enough for one morning.
If he accidentally caught another phrase like "you've seen the depths of my soul" or "my tongue still remembers your touch." he might need to shut down the ice machine for spiritual cleansing.
Eventually, the old man finally walked over to the counter.
Of course. For his beloved cone of Soft Serve Vanilla Ice Cream.
After receiving the payment, Hao silently handed him the token.
