Having thought this through, Martial Uncle Qian had already decided to do Liu Yu a favor.
It was perfectly normal to give promising disciples a few preferential treatments.
"You've come a long way, Martial Uncle. I happen to have some fine spirit tea here. Please have a taste!"
After taking a seat to one side, Liu Yu brought out the Clear Lotus Spirit Tea and began brewing it, copying the method Sun Ju had used that day.
Once it was ready, he personally poured Martial Uncle Qian a steaming cup.
Martial Uncle Qian accepted without ceremony. After a small sip, his eyes brightened slightly. Clearly someone who knew quality when he tasted it, he offered a few words of praise.
"You must be tired after traveling so far, Martial Uncle. If you like it, please take these tea leaves to enjoy!"
"I know nothing of the art of tea, and I really can't get used to drinking spirit tea."
As Liu Yu spoke, he unobtrusively pushed over the wooden jar containing the Clear Lotus Spirit Tea, as though it were the most ordinary gesture in the world.
"How could I possibly accept this? You're far too generous, Martial Nephew."
Despite Martial Uncle Qian's polite words, his hands were not slow in the slightest. With a sweep of his sleeve, he tucked the jar into his Storage Bag.
Liu Yu repeatedly assured him that he could accept it. He was not accustomed to drinking it anyway.
Inwardly, however, he chuckled. Like father, like son, indeed. The two really were alike in certain respects.
"Do you have the Hehuan Sect disciples' tokens with you?"
Seemingly a little embarrassed, Martial Uncle Qian coughed, grew serious, and turned to the matter at hand.
"Yes."
Liu Yu reached for his Storage Bag, took out five