"No problem! You eat first!" said Zhang Xiaohao.
"Okay." The Black Dragon Saint nodded.
While drinking, he continued eating the meat.
After finishing a cigarette, Zhang Xiaohao stubbed out the butt and picked up the phone on the coffee table, sending a message to the White-clothed Young Master.
The message contained a list of various spiritual medicines needed to brew the Immortal Ascension Soup.
Afterward, he put away the phone.
He walked to the window, gazing at the neon lights beginning to shine outside, the view under the night sky.
"Knock knock!" Ten minutes later, a crisp knock sounded at the door.
"Sir, I've been ordered by my young master to deliver something to you."
Click!
Zhang Xiaohao opened the door, and a waiter stood outside—the same one from earlier.
In her right hand, she carried a huge package, occasionally releasing a rich fragrance from inside.
"Sir, here is what you requested!" the waiter said respectfully.
