“No soup either.” The woman coldly uttered while glaring at the youth.

Sure, there might not be wontons but there should still be some soup left. Alas, the disciples didn’t understand why she disliked the youth so much.

“How about just tea? Or boiled water is fine too.” This didn’t kill the smile on the youth’s face.

One strange thing happened after another today in front of them. This youth was clearly part of the nobility. Why did he insist on eating the wontons here? What could explain his polite attitude despite being shown none?...