The palace was very quiet. Golden Horn and Silver Horn, who had gone out to pour tea, walked back in. This time, there were finally people around!
After setting the tea on the table, the two Daoist boys naturally stood behind Lord Lao. "No rush, no rush. Come, sit down. Let's drink and chat. Let me tell you, this tea is Star Dew, watered with the dew of the Celestial Star Hosts. It's top-grade immortal tea. Ordinary people can't drink it. I grew it myself!" Lord Lao was no longer in a hurry. The more anxious Qin Fen was, the happier he became. That meant the benefits would be greater, and he could raise the stick higher.
Old bastard! You learned fast enough. Qin Fen sat down speechlessly, holding back a breath of frustration with great difficulty.
How could Qin Fen possibly be in the mood for tea? Even immortal nectar would have tasted no different from plain water.
Bang! He drained the cup in one gulp and set it on the table, then turned to stare at the other man. "Can you talk now?" He had drunk the tea.
"No rush, no rush. This tea must be savored slowly. The aftertaste lingers!" Lord Lao lifted his cup and took a sip.
You're not in a hurry. You're fucking planning to fleece me hard! Qin Fen glared viciously at his face, wishing he could take a bite out of him. The other man could afford to wait, but he could not. Queen Mother was one thing—she was a divine being, and no matter how bad things got, she would be fine. But Sun Yujie and Female Hooligan were different. Mortals absorbing True Spirits, compounded by their shared roots, might very well suffer from being unable to bear such nourishment!
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