She smiled faintly. "The person is nice, but the tea is even nicer!"
Shuimo: "???"
She couldn't take it anymore and furiously slammed her teacup on the ground.
In an instant, tea splashed everywhere.
She raged, "The Physical Secret Realm was prepared for the Saint Monarch's return! What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh?"
Gu Xiangzhu wasn't angry. "I *am* using it for the Demon Monarch. A few months ahead of schedule, in fact. Is there a problem with that?"
Shuimo laughed in exasperation. "It hasn't been decided who the Saint Monarch's reincarnation is yet. You..."
"Perhaps *you* haven't reached a conclusion."
Gu Xiangzhu stood, her gaze sweeping coolly over the others. "But as far as I'm concerned, the matter was settled long ago. Don't let your mediocrity delay the Demon Monarch's rise!"
"You!"
