Zhang Ruochen declared, "One day, I'll defeat you!" Then, under Fang Yu's gaze, he turned and left without another word. Fang Yu sighed, then looked up at the blazing sun overhead, so glaring that ordinary people could not even open their eyes beneath it. Yet it had no effect on Fang Yu. He could not help sighing again, and then again. After more than ten consecutive sighs, an old man appeared before him once more. However, this old man had brought something good—tea leaves. And they were no ordinary tea leaves, but Sacred Tea!
However, because the surroundings were enveloped and sealed off by the old man's spiritual power, the fragrance of the tea had no effect on the surrounding environment.
"You old geezer, why are you here again? No, this time, it's actually good that you came, because at least you brought something nice. Unlike last time, when you brought nothing and immediately tried to drive me away. At least this time you brought something good. Sigh, finally, someone brought something nice. Unlike the others, who do not even know to bring gifts. I've been a guest here for so long, yet none of them ever thought to bring me a gift. Let me have a taste. Sigh, how regrettable. No wonder your world has become like this. There are simply too many people with no manners. If they had even a little sense of propriety, things would not have turned out this way. Don't you think so, old geezer? Sigh, it really breaks my heart." The old man did not refute Fang Yu's complaints at all. Instead, he directly poured him a cup of tea. Fang Yu drank it immediately, with no concern that the old man might have poisoned it.
Given the old man's status, poisoning someone