Room.

After Feng Long casually offered two choices, he turned his gaze away and stopped speaking. He simply leaned back in his chair and continued boiling water and brewing tea.

Although Wang Quan, seated across from him, wore an expression of unconcealed astonishment, Feng Long ignored him, as though he had focused all his attention on the second infusion of Yunwu Tea.

This time, he brewed it even more slowly and carefully.

Once the water boiled, the scalding water poured into the cup, and the Yunwu Tea erupted once more with a strange fragrance.

"If you don't know how to choose, you can go back and think it over carefully first."

"It's still a day and a half by carriage from here to the territory. Before then, you can come find me anytime if you've made up your mind!"

He evenly divided the second cup of tea among the three cups.

Seeing that Su Mo still sat calmly across from him without making a choice, the appreciation in Feng Long's eyes deepened.

Winning the world was easy. Guarding it was hard.

When the Wasteland had just opened and the future was still uncertain, the territory needed enterprising talents—people who could use courage and force to carve out a place for themselves amid difficult circumstances.

But as time slowly passed and humanity's situation stabilized, the kind of talents the territory needed naturally changed.

The current Tian Yuan Territory, for example, needed steady people who would not make mistakes and could precisely carry out their superiors' orders.

Only with such people could the territory confidently entrust them with missions without worrying that anything would go wrong.

However, to Feng Long's surprise, before he could even lift his teacup, Su Mo, who had been deep in thought, suddenly spoke.

"Leader Feng, may I ask