Han Yu stood straight, panicking. "Yes, esteemed… odor-resilient senior?"
The disciple stomped over and shoved a very soiled chamber pot into Han Yu's chest.
"Why was this not cleaned properly?! Do you want to be reincarnated as a dung beetle?!"
"Honestly?" Han Yu muttered. "That might be an upgrade." He didn't even bother to explain that he hadn't been appointed Chamber pot cleaning duty in the first place.
The disciple narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"
"I said… I shall do better next time, honored sir!" Han Yu gave a little bow and fought the urge to fling the bucket at his head.
The disciple sneered, tossed a handful of copper coins on the ground, and left in a dramatic swirl of his robes. While the spirit stones might be the main currency here, that was just for disciples. For servants, coin was still the king.
Han Yu stared at the coins.
"…Did I just get tipped for poop?"
Fatty Kui picked one up. "Hey, that's almost enough for fried dumplings!"
