Han Shuolin was a very kindly old man, his face often bearing a faint smile. His forehead protruded a little more than most people's, which looked somewhat odd, but was actually a sign of wisdom, for many ancient sages had had foreheads like his.
Yet only those who knew Han Shuolin understood that, as the head of the Han Feizi Household and a Great Scholar of the Legalist School, he could be downright merciless at times. Especially when a contest of sacred ways was involved, he had once shattered three people's Literary Guts in succession at a literary assembly.
Fang Yun rose from behind his desk, invited Han Shuolin to sit in a cushioned chair along the side of the study, and began brewing tea.
The Flower Flame spirit tea harvested from the Bloodmang Realm had barely finished brewing when flames spouted from the teapot's mouth, blossoming like flowers as an intense fragrance spread in every direction.
The corners of Han Shuolin's mouth lifted slightly. He sniffed gently and said, "I've been running about for days. Even if I've earned no merit, I've certainly put in the effort. Why not give this old man that tin of Flower Flame spirit tea?"
Smiling, Fang Yun pushed the spirit tea in his hand toward Han Shuolin. "I'll enter the Bloodmang Realm again on the fifteenth of October and bring back some more spirit tea then. You can have this last tin."
Neither spoke further. They quietly savored the spirit tea as the primordial energy of heaven and earth rippled throughout the room, its fragrance filling their nostrils.
After drinking the last cup of Flower Flame, Han Shuolin set down his teacup, put away his smile, and said solemnly, "I've already investigated the whole affair and marked the ringleader and several accomplices with