Shen Yan also cupped his hands.
Mu Anxiao, a beat behind, glanced at Shen Yan and, thinking herself imposing, clasped her hands together and pursed her lips.
"You are my daughter's saviors, and you stayed here last night. Now that you've had breakfast, you should leave."
"This..."
Mu Anxiao had just uttered two words when Shen Yan gave her a look, and she closed her mouth.
"Rest assured, we will leave," Shen Yan said calmly.
The middle-aged man's face broke into a smile. "That's good. Please eat. After you're done, I'll have them prepare provisions for your journey."
"Thank you," Shen Yan replied politely.
The middle-aged man smiled and sat down.
After the incident in the room, Mu Anxiao truly dared not speak further. She then stepped forward and sat beside Shen Yan, picking up her chopsticks.
"Put them down."
"Why?" Mu Anxiao asked, holding her chopsticks.
Shen Yan glanced at the other empty seats and said, "With seats still empty, you're eating? What kind of propriety is that?"
"What's the big deal? We're leaving soon anyway. Besides, rules mean nothing to me," Mu Anxiao retorted.
"Stand up." Shen Yan grabbed Mu Anxiao's wrist.
Mu Anxiao stiffened. "Brother, I'm just having breakfast. You don't need to treat me like this."
"Hurry up," Shen Yan glared at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao was impressed by Shen Yan's rapid change in demeanor. She dropped the chopsticks, pushed away his hand gripping her wrist, and sighed before saying, "Alright." She then obediently stood up.
The middle-aged man, watching Mu Anxiao stand behind Shen Yan with a wronged expression, smiled and said, "You are guests; there's no need for this."
Mu Anxiao dared not speak and lowered her head.
Shen Yan looked at the middle-aged man and smiled without losing courtesy. "Our young lady is just that ill-mannered. Master always tells me to discipline her well. If I don't do this today, I fear she'll never change this habit."
"She's an immortal; this might not be appropriate," the middle-aged man said, glancing at Mu Anxiao.
Shen Yan turned to look at a suddenly hesitant Mu Anxiao and then back at the middle-aged man, sneering, "Who told you she's an immortal?"
"Isn't she?" the middle-aged man asked. "My daughter just said she was."
"She, like you, is merely a cultivator. Even if she's an immortal, she's just a minor one. To put it another way," Shen Yan explained, "your daughter was also bothering my young lady just now, so my young lady had no choice but to admit it."
"Oh, if that's the case, please sit down and eat," the middle-aged man said politely.
Shen Yan glanced at the still-bowed-head Mu Anxiao and said, "Sit."
"Okay." Mu Anxiao responded, looked up and smiled at the middle-aged man, then walked around the chair to sit down.
Shen Yan also sat down.
Shortly after, the round table was filled with people. Mu Anxiao, afraid to move her chopsticks, looked at all the men and women dressed in pink, then down at her own dirty clothes, feeling truly inferior.
Shen Yan glanced sideways at Mu Anxiao and said mentally, *You feel quite shabby, don't you?*
Mu Anxiao also looked sideways at Shen Yan and, taking a deep breath, said mentally, *Speaking like this, aren't you afraid these cultivators will hear you?*
*Their cultivation is shallow, and even their sect leader only knows superficial techniques. They can't hear me speaking to you.*
*You're so narcissistic. They're just not revealing their true abilities. Don't think too highly of yourself, I'm embarrassed for you.*