First Elder Quan was a smiling tiger.
He rose from the sofa, grabbed one of my hands, and looked me over from head to toe. "Good, very good indeed. Mr. Jiang truly is a young hero. Sit, please sit."
He placed one hand on my shoulder and gently pressed me down onto the sofa.
Then he looked at Zhi Wu and the others, his face darkening. "Fifth, look at yourself. You can't even handle such a trivial matter. Go back and reflect on your mistakes. Think carefully about where you went wrong!"
Zhi Wu said nothing and turned to leave.
"Mr. Jiang, what would you like to drink?"
"Tea," I said. I really wasn't much for coffee and the like.
Before long, a pot of tea was brought over.
"I think Mr. Jiang will like this tea."
It was indeed authentic green tea, though it was not a specialty from my hometown.
"I had someone bring this in from outside. This year's Biluochun Tea. The weather was poor this year, so production was down. It certainly wasn't cheap!"
The price of tea was indeed affected by the climate. The lower the yield, the more expensive it became.
"This tea really is good, but I doubt First Elder Quan summoned me here merely to drink tea with you, did you?"
First Elder Quan paused, then immediately laughed. "Of course not. Still, having someone to share tea with is indeed a fine thing."
Then his tone shifted. "I wonder what attitude Mr. Jiang holds toward the Three Great Ancient Clans entering the outside world. Do you support it, or not?"
He was getting to the point.
I smiled. "Does whether I support it or not matter to First Elder Quan? I heard from Zhi Wu that First Elder Quan has always believed