Above the heavens, inside the White Cloud Pavilion.
Zhang Luye smacked his lips, gazing at the empty teacup in his hand with an expression of lingering enjoyment. Then he secretly glanced at the exquisite Cloud Mist Tea pot in front of Yun Heng.
"Uncle Yun..."
Zhang Luye rubbed his large, fan-like hands together, his voice carrying a hint of ingratiation. "Could I have another cup?"
Yun Heng raised an eyelid, and clear disdain appeared on his face.
"You think this stuff is tap water? Tell me, how many pots have you drunk by yourself these past few days?"
Though he said that, Yun Heng still shook his head helplessly. With a slight turn of his wrist, he poured Zhang Luye another cup.
Zhang Luye immediately beamed with joy. He cradled the teacup in both hands and sipped gently, not daring to gulp it down this time.
Yun Heng set down the teapot and said leisurely, "Once you've had enough, get going."
Zhang Luye had just been about to nod when he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Why did that sound so unpleasant?
He wanted to correct him, but the moment he met Yun Heng's half-smiling gaze, he immediately lost his nerve.
Li Guitang frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yun Heng and Zhang Luye.
In the end, he looked at Zhang Luye but asked Yun Heng, "With Li Huaiyuan there, why send Zhang Luye over?"
Yun Heng chuckled and lightly pinched the rim of his cloud cup.
"Although Li Huaiyuan is a Grandmaster, his specialty is leading troops and waging war."
"In a true one-on-one fight, he might not be Han Xiaotian's match."
As he spoke, he patted Zhang Luye's broad, wall-like shoulder.
"It would still be better to send Little Lu over. I can trust