Luo Fan and Niu Dagang both came over to Zhao Chunfeng, with An Xiaoran naturally following silently behind Luo Fan.
Zhao Chunfeng had quite a sense of atmosphere. He had set up a small induction cooker and brewed a pot of tea. Once Luo Fan and the others sat down, he poured each of them a cup.
"Brother Zhao, you've really set the mood here," Luo Fan said in surprise, picking up his teacup.
Come on, we're trying to survive the apocalypse. With you doing this, it doesn't feel like an apocalyptic survival situation at all.
As he spoke, Luo Fan took a sip, then frowned slightly. "It's just that this tea is a bit too cheap. It doesn't live up to this classy atmosphere at all."
"If you don't want to drink it, then don't." Zhao Chunfeng raised his eyelids and retorted irritably.
"I can't tell whether this tea is good or bad. The cup's just too small," Niu Dagang said, shaking his head after taking a sip from the tiny teacup.
"What a waste of good tea." Zhao Chunfeng gave Niu Dagang his blunt assessment.
As for An Xiaoran, she sat silently against Luo Fan, neither speaking nor showing any intention of drinking the tea.
Luo Fan opened the Mall page, bought a carton of plain milk, and handed it to her. An Xiaoran accepted it with both hands, a smile on her face.
"Brother Zhao, weren't we going to talk about your new skill?" Luo Fan steered the conversation back to the matter at hand.
The presence of someone in the Prophecy Sequence was extremely important to the convoy. Naturally, the skills gained after advancing to a Professional Sequence were important too.
Brother Zhao's Sequence was Fate Soothsayer? Luo Fan was a little curious about what sort