Ye Lin had noticed the tea leaves in this fellow's hand long ago; he simply had not said anything. He had not expected the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar to warn him first.
Tea leaves capable of knocking out Golden Immortal cultivators—honestly, Ye Lin had never seen anything like them.
"I came here to obtain the Dragon-Holding Grass. Might you know where it is, Senior?"
Ye Lin raised a brow and spoke blandly.
"Dragon-Holding Grass? Of course I know."
"Several million years ago, a True Dragon's corpse fell from the heavens and crashed into this Dragon Valley. Although the True Dragon's corpse was dismembered by the powerful experts of this continent, the True Dragon's true intent still remains here."
"That is why the Dragon-Holding Grass is something incubated by the True Dragon's true intent."
"The Dragon-Holding Grass is at..."
"Oh, right. The tea this old man brewed is ready. Come, have a taste."
Just as Ye Lin was about to hear the Dragon-Holding Grass's exact location, the old man suddenly handed him a cup of pitch-black tea. An inexplicable aura drifted from its surface.
This old bastard was truly sly, deliberately whetting his appetite. If he did not drink it, the old bastard probably would not tell him anything.
And if he drank it, it would not matter whether the old man told him or not—he would not be able to hear it anyway.
"What is it, little fellow? This tea is this old man's treasured collection. Others would not get the chance to drink it even if they wanted to. I took it out especially for you because we are fated to meet, so you could have a taste."
"If you refuse to taste it, then you are disrespecting this old man. And if you do not give this old man