No eye of discernment!
She loathed to care about these people!
It was simply wasting her saliva.
Qiao Mu sipped some more tea. Just as they were about to get up and leave, they suddenly saw someone who looked like a middle-aged scholar enter the teahouse.
He cupped his hands toward them upon entering and asked with a smile, "Are you the students and mentors from Apex Academy, the third place of the recent academy ranking competition? The prefecture lord is requesting the pleasure of your company."
Mo Lian and company looked at this middle-aged man with a spurious smile.
"Uncle De, what are you inviting them over for?" Fairy Lingfei was vomiting blood from anger. When she heard the newcomer's voice, she had no choice but to enter the teahouse again.
Ever since she met the little stoic and her group, she, Fairy Lingfei, had been making a fool of herself the whole time. It made her indignant.
