Qin Shaofeng did not care in the slightest whether the old man drank it or not.
In any case, he tipped back the cup and gulped down the tea in one go.
Seeing that Sha Longxing was still holding the teapot and seemed to want to continue pouring tea for the others, he immediately roared, "Sha Longxing, do you think just anyone can drink my tea? If this old gentleman were not at least over a hundred and fifty years old, I might not even let him have a single sip. Yet you still want to pour tea for the others—what do you mean by that?"
"Uh, I..."
Sha Longxing fell silent again.
He truly could not figure out what Qin Shaofeng was thinking.
"I have already offered that old fellow a cup of tea, and all the proper courtesies have been observed. Why are you not hurrying to bring my teapot back? I only have a little of this tea left, so it cannot be wasted like this."
While shouting and grumbling, Qin Shaofeng snatched the teapot back from Sha Longxing, who had returned with a face full of astonishment.
Then he poured himself another cup.
After directly putting away the teapot, he raised his cup again and gestured toward the old man. "Please do not think me discourteous, Elder. This tea is simply far too precious."
With that, he drank another cup.
When Qin Shaofeng had first had Sha Longxing personally pour the tea, the old man had still harbored some doubts.
After all, Yan Zhen, the deputy hall master of Black Tortoise Hall, had died here.
If this Vice Sect Master wanted to poison him, that was entirely possible.
Yet Qin Shaofeng's successive actions left him puzzled.
If the water was poisoned, why would he refuse to