Purple-Robed Dragon King, Your Three Years Are Up

"Waiter, tea!"

Ye Zhuo sat at the brightest table.

He crossed one leg over the other and waited for the waiter.

"What kind of tea would you like, sir?"

"The little seed tea hidden in the Biluochun, the Longjing that gave birth to a young tea leaf and left its old tea-leaf companion, and the flower tea that took in a new tea seed."

"We... don't have tea like that."

The waiter froze. Was this man here to cause trouble?

And he certainly couldn't win a fight.

The dozen or so people who had followed Ye Zhuo in walked like women, but every one of them was tall and long-legged, a head taller than the waiter.

If a fight broke out, this whole teahouse would be demolished.

"Then bring whatever you have. As for food, cook one of everything."

"Right away! You're generous, sir!"

The waiter ran happily toward the kitchen.

Who cared that this was a teahouse, not a tavern?

If they had the ingredients, they would cook them!

The other customers thought, Looks like a rich young master roaming the martial world. Afraid he'd get lonely, he spent a fortune hiring women trained in martial arts.

But if a fight broke out, they probably wouldn't last a single exchange.

Only an elderly woman in the corner flushed red.

Hidden tea, a young tea leaf, a tea seed taken in...

Wasn't he talking about her? She had disguised herself as an old woman, given birth to Xiao Zhao, and taken Zhu Er as her disciple!

What kind of methods did this man possess? He looked like nothing more than a young master of the martial world.

How had he seen through her entire past?

Only Yang Dingtian himself, returned from the dead, could have known so much.

Uneasy, she