"Sorry, this is a tavern, we only sell alcohol."
The servant of Minis Tavern refused to answer the Female Demon's question, and did not even glance at the portrait shoved under his nose, repeating his mechanical yet polite speech: "If you need to order, here is the menu; your servant must wait outside, Zu Ge are not welcome here."
The tavern fell silent.
The boisterous patrons were breathing heavily, excitedly watching the confrontation. Zheng Qing felt that it would take just a spark for the entire tavern to explode into pieces with frenzied and frantic air.
He couldn't help but steal a glance at the owner of Minis.
The tavern's boss was cradling his arms, smilingly watching everything in front of him, as if the near-riot was too trivial to mention, and as if he had nothing to do with this tavern.
The Zu Ge, cowering on their chairs and the floor, trembled, curling up even more.
The Female Demon took a deep breath, her eyes intensely red.
