Tea,
Pan-fried tea!
The moment Master Zheng said this, Fang Yue understood his purpose. He had taken a liking to pan-fried tea.
But pan-fried tea was something—
It was merely a windowpane's thickness away. So long as one knew the trick behind it,
It would not be difficult to replicate pan-fried tea.
Given Master Zheng's status and position, if he wished to enter this business, it seemed he need not care about Fang Yue's opinion.
"Replying to Grandmaster, Uncle-Master Zhang's pan-fried tea was indeed sent by me."
For the moment, Fang Yue could not quite gauge Master Zheng and Chen Tong's intentions, so he simply told the truth.
"Good, good, good. To create such a marvelous thing as pan-fried tea, Yue'er has truly put his heart into it." Master Zheng smiled faintly.
"Oh, right. I see that Yue'er's skin and flesh are now like copper and iron. I presume you have reached great accomplishment in Skin Tempering."
Master Zheng stroked his beard, his face full of satisfaction. He then looked at Chen Tong and said, "Chen Tong, as his uncle-master, you will personally teach Yue'er the subsequent martial arts later."
"Thank you, Grandmaster, for granting this."
Things had gone more smoothly than Fang Yue had imagined. He heaved a sigh of relief and thanked him sincerely.
Afterward, Master Zheng, Chen Tong, and Fang Yue talked for a few more moments, the atmosphere harmonious and cheerful.
Then Chen Tong brought Fang Yue to the Training Room outside and taught him the fist techniques for the subsequent Bone Forging Pass.
After the time it took to drink several cups of tea,
Chen Tong returned to Elder Zheng's room.
"Are you somewhat puzzled as to why I treated that Fang Yue so differently? He is merely a poor country boy, and Fang Hu's