The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

Shopkeeper Ma acknowledged and left.

Huan Qing Yan was embarrassed and wanted to maintain her dignity as an owner in front of Shopkeeper Ma; now that Shopkeeper Ma had left, she immediately turned to Ji Mo Ya and pulled at his sleeves, “Young Master Ya, the words you wrote are so beautiful – please help me write a few! This is something that can save my life, if not, I would be so poor that I would be unable to eat at all; as the saying goes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagoda…”

The current Huan Family was relying on her to support them through. If their businesses weren’t earning any profits, what would her family live on?

This responsibility was something exceptionally heavy for a low rank spirit master like Huan Qing Yan. Because her disposition was always to look at things on the bright side, she never revealed her feelings in front of others.

Ji Mo Ya had already decided to silently agree to her request, but when he saw Huan Qing Yan acting coquettishly while pulling his sleeves, he immediately put on airs and stayed silent.

Huan Qing Yan had begged for a while longer but noticed that there was no reaction, so she displayed a face of disappointment and was about to give up. When Ji Mo Ya saw that, he lightly coughed and asked, “What do you want me to write?”

Huan Qing Yan happily said, “Ah, thank you Young Master Ya! I knew Young Master Ya is the best! There’s no need to write anything impressive like, the number one restaurant of the five empires or the number one restaurant of the spirit treasure continent. Let’s go with: Number One Restaurant of the Hanging Cloud Empire…”

Ji Mo Ya was dumbstruck, how thick-skinned can this lass be!

“I am unable to write if that’s what you wanted.”

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Everything that Ji Mo Ya did in front of the masses represented the Ji Mo Clan’s attitude and standing. If he were to write what was requested, it would likely be recorded into history as reference. That was because, those words that he wrote would also mean that his clan had acknowledged it.

And it was apparent, the Huan Clan Restaurant does not fulfill the requirements to be number one. This would not only affect the reputation of the Ji Mo Clan, it would also attract trouble for the Huan Family… the repercussion would be too huge; he was unable to tell Huan Qing Yan everything in detail.

Huan Qing Yan pouted her lips, “How about, Huan Clan Restaurant, is that fine? We will remove our original signboard and change it to the one that you wrote.”

A brush suddenly appeared in Ji Mo Ya’s hand, it was jet black and covered in various complex carvings.

There was also no need for Huan Qing Yan to prepare any paper as Ji Mo Ya took out some from his own storage ring, a roll of quality gold-bordered paper, and placed it on the table. Without any ink on hand, Ji Mo Ya activated his spirit energy causing the tip of the brush to darken and filled with ink; on top of that, a faint scent of pinewood was also emitted…

He lifted the brush and moved it as though it was dancing.

Huan Clan Restaurant!

Due to the uniqueness of Ji Mo Ya’s cosmos brush, as well as the uniqueness of his writing style, the words written was unlike normal. The words seemed to be alive as spirit energy pulsed from within; however, words were still words and they do not move.

Huan Qing Yan looked at it blankly, “I finally understood the ancient phrase, one’s words are like the person, today.”

“Oh?” Ji Mo Ya kept his brush.

“The words are so handsome while Young Master Ya is also so handsome; using the phrase, one’s words are like the person, is perfect for this situation.” Huan Qing Yan picked up the words like they were precious babies and began to appreciate them.

Ji Mo Ya had already reached the realm of an unfazed heart but when he saw Huan Qing Yan’s current look, he could not help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly felt startled as he noticed that his emotions were being affected by this girl in front of him.

This was truly not a good sign, Ji Mo Ya’s expression uncontrollably began to dull.