Mo Qi took out a pot, a kitchen knife, a ladle, and various seasonings. He had no idea that his every move was being watched by three old men.
"Why does this kid carry all this stuff with him? Is he a Core Disciple or a chef?"
"Holy shit, look! He pulled out the Golden Bull Grass!" one of the old men couldn't help but curse. "What the hell is he trying to do?"
"Calm down. How old are you? Show some decorum…" The leading old man sat prim and proper, wearing a tall crown, the very picture of a refined scholar. However, before he could finish his sentence, he leaped to his feet, his eyes wide and round, his dignified image completely shattered.
"Goddammit! Is he really treating the Golden Bull Grass like a common cabbage? If I'm not mistaken, that's a three-thousand-year-old stalk! Don't you dare stop me, I'm going to beat him to death!"
The other two old men hurriedly grabbed him.
"No, no, no! Calm down, Brother! With your status, arguing with a child would be beneath you."
