As Du Fan spoke, his eyes reddened, and tears began to flow.
Xue An also felt quite moved in his heart.
This former brother of the martial world turned out to be someone who knows gratitude, as he remembered clearly when Xue An gave him a few pieces of unwanted Dragon Liver.
Judging by today's situation, he must have come to look after Auntie Pang as Xue An instructed.
Thinking of this, Xue An smiled slightly and casually handed over a cup of tea.
"Alright, you're a dignified brother now. How can you cry like this? Have a cup of tea!"
Of course, Xue An had already diluted this cup of tea, or else with the potency of the Nine-Turn Spirit Mist Tea, Du Fan might have exploded from drinking it.
Du Fan hurriedly leaned forward, taking the cup with both hands.
Even though he didn't know what kind of tea it was, the never-dissipating Spiritual Energy hovering above the cup indicated it was no ordinary tea.
