"We need some time to reconsider the transaction with you."
The captain of the hunting team finally responded to the old mansion's owner.
Another tentacle stretched out from the crack behind the door, reaching into the bubbling cauldron of mushroom soup, stirring it briefly before retracting.
The faint sound of rustling came from behind the door.
Zheng Qing tried hard not to imagine a giant octopus hiding behind the door, licking its tentacle.
"The soup isn't ready yet," the rustling sound stopped, and the mansion's owner graciously offered more choices to the guests: "You still have some time to make your final decision."
The guests from another realm gathered at the small courtyard gate, far away from the cauldron, forming a tight circle.
