Quota

The finest Black Jade Top Well Tea had already been served. Nanxuan Jue invited Yi Yun to sit with him in the central seat of honor. The masked old man sat down right beside Nanxuan Jue. He felt deeply ashamed to see Yi Yun this time, and clasped his fists. "This old man was blind and foolish. I spoke disrespectfully to you earlier. Please forgive me."

Yi Yun said, "Senior, you flatter me. If I were in your place and someone sent me a drop of blood from an unknown person and asked me to refine it, I would have been suspicious too. It's only human nature."

In truth, Yi Yun had never refuted any of the masked old man's earlier words of distrust, nor had he felt the slightest displeasure. It was only natural. Why should the man trust him?

Yi Yun simply trusted Nan Xuan Luoyue. She must have sensed something about the Nine Transformations Divine Silkworm's blood. If an opportunity lay before her and even Nan Xuan Luoyue dared not trust her own judgment, then her future achievements would likely be limited.

Nan Xuan Changyue personally brewed the Black Jade Top Well Tea without even using a maid. However, Nanxuan Jue did not ask Nan Xuan Changyue to pour the tea. Instead, he had Nan Xuan Luoyue take the teapot and slowly fill a cup.

"Luoyue offers you a cup of tea, Sir. May I ask your honored name?"

Nan Xuan Luoyue's offering of tea was her way of thanking Yi Yun. Since she was so sincere, Yi Yun did not want to deceive her with a false name. Besides, once he actually reached the Ancient Battlefield, he would have to use his real name. Otherwise, how could he leave his name on the Boundary Stele of