So Stuck Up!

"Are you Ling Chuxi?" The old man walked up to Ling Chuxi and looked at her disdainfully. Despite the average cultivation he possessed, he was extremely arrogant.

"I'm Ling Chuxi from the Golden Pill Sect. Greetings, Senior." Although she was annoyed with the old man's arrogance, he was still a member of the Celestial Sect, and it seemed like his status wasn't low either. Ling Chuxi did not want to make their first meeting unpleasant, so she gave a neither servile nor overbearing bow.

"No need to be so formal. I have brought over the Ink Jade Crystals as requested by the Lord Sect Master. Count them please," the old man waved his hand and said in a cold and detached manner.

"There's no need." Ling Chuxi wasn't so petty. She only wanted those Ink Jade Crystals to cure Duan Xiaomo's illness, and did not have any other selfish intentions. She wouldn't have cared even if someone stole a few pieces along the way.