Song Ning glanced over the dishes at the second floor, so did Mu Xuezhao. After all, it was the first time they came here.
Zimo Ting shook her head and sighed, "Hey, God is really kind to you! There are no more tables for you in the second floor, which is really a good rescue for you. Go to the first floor which matches you!"
Her words were so harsh. The disciples on the second floor did not intend to help. The cultivation world was like this. It's a dream to have delicious food without money!
But some disciples recognized Song Ning and looked at Zimo Ting with a sly look. Song Ning had paid a thousand spiritual stones for a station in the Spiritual Spring, but Zimo Ting did not know it.
"The second floor is too noisy and things are not so good. Let's go!" Song Ning faintly uttered.
Mu Xuezhao lowered her head, ready to be laughed at by Zimo Ting and turned to the downstairs.
A disdainful look indeed emerged on Zimo Ting's face. But when she was about to sneer, she was shocked with mouth opening and robbed with speaking ability.
"Miss Mu, this way! Let's go to the third floor." Song Ning grabbed Mu Xuezhao's hand.
"Ah?" Mu Xuezhao stunned for a second. She even felt that she had got it wrong, but Song Ning did move toward the third floor.
While upstairs, his eyesight was casted on Zimo Ting, "Miss Mu, don't let the anger kills your appetite, even if the eating environment in the second floor is not good and a person you dislike are here. The lowest cost in the third floor is one hundred spiritual stones, so I guess its environment should be okay. Please just adapt yourself to it and have a simple meal there."
His voice was getting weaker and weaker, but it was deeply imprinted into everyone's ears in the second floor where was so silent that a needle can be heard dropping to the ground.
Its environment should be okay…
Adapt yourself to it and have a simple meal there…
Song Ning was so damn rich!
Someone laughed on the second floor, "Ha ha, interesting, really interesting! I didn't expect that we have such a well-disguised disciple in Tianyuan School. He is indeed rich enough to spend a thousand spiritual stones without hesitation."
"I can't afford the cost on the third floor, or I have to go to toast them!"
Zimo Ting's face was hot. She felt that the disciples were laughing at her, so she clenched her fists, but finally loosed them.
Her family was rich enough, but she was only provided with five hundred spiritual stones a year. If she ate on the third floor, she would have to eat winds in the second half of the year.
In the talking of the second floor, Song Ning and Mu Xuezhao had already reached the third floor. Mu Xuezhao followed Song Ning and grasped his hand tightly. She was moved and wanted to cry. She never had this kind of relying feeling. She thought she would not be bullied with Song Ning by her side. She knew he treated her so well because she had saved him. But she never regarded this as a reward, instead, she intended to repay him back.
But all of a sudden, on the third floor, a girl's voice interrupted her thoughts...