"What? Another Titled Douluo?"
Emperor Xue Ye's mind buzzed as if a hammer had smashed straight into his skull.
He stared at the woman who had just leapt to her feet — clutching her reddened palm, blowing on it while wincing — and the wrinkles on his forehead were deep enough to drown a housefly.
At this moment, he really wanted to storm into the restaurant, grab any Spirit Hall elder by the collar, and scream:
"Is your Spirit Hall so stuffed with Titled Douluo that you're now storing them on the ground outside restaurants?"
"If they're extra, give a few to the Heaven Dou Empire! We'll take them! We're not picky!"
Unfortunately, now was not the time to scream.
Even as an emperor, he had—technically—stepped on her hand.
And though she looked like an unhinged wild woman…
She was still a Titled Douluo.
So a polite apology was mandatory.
(Mainly because he valued his life.)
Emperor Xue Ye cleared his throat, straightened his robe, preparing to deliver some dignified, diplomatic words.
But before he could speak—
"AHHH—!"
Spirit Kite Douluo suddenly shrieked again, completely ignoring him.
She pointed into the restaurant at her colleagues — who were all eating with shining, greasy mouths — and roared with boundless grief and indignation:
"Damn it!!"
"You shameless lot! You started ordering food while I was unconscious?!"
"You CUT IN LINE!!!"
The betrayal in her voice could shake mountains.
And before anyone could react, she turned into an afterimage.
She didn't even spare Emperor Xue Ye a glance.
Instead, she bolted toward an empty table like a starving spirit beast.
She snatched the menu like it was a divine treasure and howled toward the kitchen:
"Senior! Senior, I want to order!!"
"I want a huge pork hock! Pig trotters! Buddha Jumps Over the Wall! And that—yes! Fried noodles! Give me fried noodles too!!"
"And MORE!!"
Her frantic voice genuinely made it sound like the food might sprout legs and escape if she didn't yell fast enough.
Thus—
Only Emperor Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing, Dugu Bo, and dozens of Royal Knights remained dumbfounded at the entrance.
They looked at the drooling Spirit Kite Douluo, then looked at themselves.
Silent.
Drained.
Utterly confused.
…What was this?
Where did their dignity go?
Emperor Xue Ye stood frozen.
He, the ruler of the Heaven Dou Empire—
the supreme sovereign—
Had just been dramatically ignored by a madwoman who'd been asleep on the ground.
He had prepared to act magnanimous.
He had prepared to forgive her rudeness.
The result?
She didn't even spare him a glance before rushing in to order pork hock.
Xue Ye's lungs nearly exploded from fury.
Rage, disbelief, and pure absurdity shot up his spine.
"In your eyes… is my presence, my dignity, my entire imperial self—"
"Not worth a plate of fried noodles?!"
"A pig trotter?!"
"Utterly outrageous!!"
"Completely preposterous!!"
"Is Spirit Hall full of lunatics?!"
Before his fury could erupt entirely—
"Cough! Cough!"
A familiar choking sound came from a nearby table.
Ning Fengzhi had almost inhaled his soup when he saw Emperor Xue Ye's pitch-black expression.
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi suddenly remembered—
Oh right.
They'd come to Spirit City to…
help Emperor Xue Ye demand an explanation.
But then he glanced at the empty bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in front of him…
Then at Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo fighting with chopsticks over the last piece of braised pork…
His old face flushed violently.
They had been—
Thoroughly seduced by Senior Lin's divine cooking and generous lottery rewards.
Completely forgetting that Emperor Xue Ye was waiting anxiously in the Heaven Dou Empire.
This indeed…
looked extremely dishonest.
Ning Fengzhi quickly wiped the grease from his lips, straightened his robes, and rose with his signature graceful smile.
"Your Majesty, this way."
A familiar voice.
A familiar figure.
Emperor Xue Ye's tense heart finally relaxed.
See!
See!
He knew it!
Ning Fengzhi and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were sitting here happily, eating like civilized people.
Surely Spirit Hall wouldn't dare lay a hand on them.
If they were fine…
Then he should be fine too!
He rushed forward immediately, dragging all the frightened princes and officials with him.
"School Master Ning, thank goodness you're safe!"
Xue Ye grabbed Ning Fengzhi's hand like a man reunited with a long-lost brother.
Emotion surged in his chest.
But right after that—
An indescribable grievance overflowed.
"School Master Ning… you do not know… what I've suffered on the way here!"
He pointed toward the direction of the street.
"First, a beggar attacked us—turns out he was a Titled Douluo!!"
He pointed toward the garbage heap.
"Then a woman came out and THREW that Titled Douluo away like garbage!"
Finally, he pointed at Spirit Kite Douluo, who was eagerly rubbing her hands, waiting for food.
"And just now! Another Titled Douluo was lying on the ground sleeping!!"
"Why does Spirit Hall have so many Titled Douluo?!"
"School Master Ning, tell me—"
"What kind of insane place IS THIS?!"
Ning Fengzhi's smile twitched.
Awkwardly.
He took a sip of tea to hide his discomfort.
"Your Majesty… what you've described… actually happened to us too."
"You'll… get used to it."
Emperor Xue Ye suddenly stiffened, remembering something.
His grip tightened on Ning Fengzhi's arm.
"School Master Ning!"
"You… you promised me!"
"You said you'd come to Spirit City to demand an explanation for me!"
"But now—"
His finger trembled as he pointed at a nearby table.
"ISN'T THAT BONE DOULUO?!"
"And why is he drinking with that Spirit Hall Elder wearing an Elder's robe?!"
Ning Fengzhi's smile completely froze.
His gaze drifted—
to Bone Douluo happily clinking cups with Devil Bear Douluo, chatting like old friends.
Ning Fengzhi looked down at the empty soup bowl…
then at Emperor Xue Ye's trembling rage…
And guilt stabbed his heart.
How to explain this?
Say:
"We originally came to demand justice, but the food was too good and the lottery too tempting… so we forgot everything"?
He would rather die.
"Your Majesty…"
Ning Fengzhi swallowed dryly.
"The situation is… too complicated to explain."
But seeing the emperor's expression close to critical meltdown—
Instinct made Ning Fengzhi point toward the empty chair beside him.
"Why don't you…"
"…sit down first?"
"…and order two dishes?"
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