Celeste Grant placed one hand on her hip.
She began, "My new barbecue has been a huge hit with the disciples of our sect. That proves the flavor is on point. But you can't have barbecue without something to drink, and it'd be even better with some wine to go with it. So, it's time for the next phase of the plan. With how popular this barbecue is, it's bound to take the entire Cultivation World by storm."
"Who knows, even if those dirt-poor Sword Cultivators show up, we could probably squeeze a few coins out of their pockets."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
'That's her, all right!'
'This is practically daylight robbery!'
But then he pictured those members of the Immortal Sects, the ones who style themselves as righteous, hating their guts while still scrambling to give them money. Suddenly, the money itself wasn't important. The sheer satisfaction of it all was enough for him.
At this thought, a hint of a smile touched his eyes as Javier Sinclair's gaze shifted to her face.
