The Dancing Girl and the singer exited the private room.
From the shadows, a stream of Spiritual Power also withdrew from the private room.
Prince Tu of Tuyuan Country had specifically chosen the bustling Taoyao Pavilion as the place for discussion, believing that no one would pay attention to their actions here.
Yet, unbeknownst to them, they accidentally encountered Xin Lin.
With the backing of her Great Spirit Master cultivation, Xin Lin had blended in among the dancing girls and overheard so snippets.
Poison Saint... Three Corpse Poison.
Xin Lin’s Spiritual Body silently left the private room, returning to the kitchen.
She had always suspected that with Chu Tianyi’s dical Skills and intelligence, how could he possibly rival her own father.
He had no knowledge of poison, yet over the years, the dicine Chu Tianyi had been giving to Chu Bei Qing indeed exacerbated the Three Corpse Poison.
That so-called Poison Saint, unknown in background, why he would harm her father.
What does this have to do with Tuyuan Country?
From the looks of Prince Tu, he was probably here to deal with her father.
She must be careful and wary of this person.
"Xin Lin, is the Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup ready yet?"
The boss was anxiously waiting outside the kitchen.
Xin Lin had promised she could make the Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup, for which the boss had cleared out the inner room.
"Just wait a quarter more."
Xin Lin glanced at the Dan Wood Furnace on the stove.
Inside the furnace, Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup was simring at just the right pace.
Xin Lin took the initiative to cook the Fire Toad Ginseng, creating a semi-finished product.
The rest was left to the Dan Wood Furnace, with this batch of Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup costing Xin Lin 50 Heaven-defying Points.
As the Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup was nearly ready, Xin Lin also prepared a few desserts.
Only then did she allow the boss to have soone serve them.
Inside the private room, Prince Tu had a displeased expression, while Chu Tianyi’s face looked ashen.
"Young Prince, you must trust , I have been following orders all these years."
"Able to make things worse but not better. Well then, I might as well take matters into my own hands, sending Chu Bei Qing on his way. It’s a pity to waste such a good opportunity today. By the way, any leads on Chu Bei Qing’s Mystical dicine Book?"
A wound from the Combat Lobster on Prince Tu’s leg was still throbbing softly.
"I, Chu Bei, am useless, I haven’t found the Pharmacopoeia yet. However, it may be in the possession of his daughter, Xin Lin."
Recently, Chu Tianyi had been pondering how Xin Lin could possess such high dical skills.
The father-daughter affection between Chu Bei Qing and Xin Lin seed genuine, not likely to be fake.
On further reflection, maybe Chu Bei Qing, when he fell from grace, left the Mystical dicine Book to the mother and daughter.
"It is not impossible. That Xin Lin, the Young Prince is quite interested. I plan to take her back to Tu Yuan Country," said Prince Tu.
"Dear guests, the Spiritual Food is ready, shall we serve the dishes?"
Outside the private room, the boss respectfully inquired.
"Serve them. I also wish to see for myself the level of Spiritual Food in Longteng Country."
Prince Tu was also quite curious about the standard of Longteng Country’s Spiritual Food.
Dish after dish of Spiritual Food was served.
Prince Tu looked at them and his eyes did not show any hint of surprise.
But when the last dish, Fire Emperor Auspicious Soup, arrived, an exquisite fragrance assailed their nostrils.
Upon slling the aroma and seeing the color of the soup, Prince Tu and Chu Tianyi’s faces lit up with joy.
"Life Book alert: Congratulations life master, you have received a very satisfied evaluation from the guests, Heaven-defying Points 5."
"Life Book alert..."
Inside the kitchen, Xin Lin received two consecutive satisfied evaluations, adding 10 Heaven-defying Points.
"It seems the reviews are good, not a wasted effort of mine, daring enough to poison my own father, heh..."
Xin Lin sneered to herself.
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