A few days later.
Inside a blue-brick, red-tiled residence in East Cang Town.
Li Ye was holding a teapot fired from the red sand excavated locally, unhurriedly pouring tea for the two people seated before him.
At the side, a Brocade Fur Rat occasionally poked its head out from a silver spatial rift and delivered pastries.
"..."
Wei Qingye watched the tea slowly stream down, steeping the golden-red tea leaves until they resembled a ball of sunset light burning within the water. It was beautiful, certainly, but it felt far too slow.
And did that teacup even hold half a tael?
Why did even drinking tea no longer feel satisfying?
Thinking so, he simply reached out and snatched the teapot from Li Ye's hand, pouring himself a huge bowlful—no one knew why he could pull a white porcelain jade bowl out at any moment.
Then he infused a trace of icy energy with his finger and drained it in one gulp.
Now Li Ye was the helpless one.
"Brother Wei, your liver fire truly is vigorous." He shook his head. Already accustomed to Wei Qingye's manner, he said nothing more.
Instead, he looked toward the other person and smiled. "So you have truly decided to come rely on me, Brother Qiumai?"
Qiumai—Zhou Qiumai—immediately nodded. Rising to his feet, he said respectfully, "My Old Matriarch has already agreed to remove me from the family register. From now on, Perfected Person Spirit Leaf may command me as you please. There will be no second word from me!"
Oh?
Removed from the family register.
For a Lineage descendant, that truly counted as smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
But the mere Zhou Family had only a few Golden Cores. Before a true Four Seasons Sect Inner Disciple and Nascent Soul Direct Disciple,