"Shameless, utterly shameless!"
Upon hearing Ye Haochuan's request, Manager Wu inwardly cursed Ye Haochuan's ancestors up to eighteen generations.
The trial quota for official disciples, he only had three annually. A deacon had taken one previously, offering substantial benefits and a favor in return. And this guy thinks he can just ask and get one?
He was about to voice his objection, but the surrounding official disciples impatiently interjected, "It's just a trial quota, isn't it? I think being able to prepare such excellent spirit meals is a significant contribution to the West Peak. It's reasonable for him to get this quota."
"But…" Manager Wu still wanted to resist.
"What? Is there anyone in the Spirit Meal Room who can make better spirit meals than he can?" one disciple retorted.
"Well… I haven't heard of anyone…" Manager Wu replied awkwardly.
