The water boiled gently, emitting a faint fragrance—neither too strong nor too weak, just right. It swirled slowly.
The old man's eyes brightened. Admiring the smooth and flowing tea preparation before him, he couldn't help but exclaim, "I've long heard of Mr. Er Xia's excellent tea brewing skills, and today I'm finally fortunate enough to taste it..."
Er Xia smiled, looked at Li Zhidong, and said, "Apart from taking on a disciple, my purpose for coming to Snow State was for a certain person."
Li Zhidong held up his tea bowl, gently blew on the steam, and took a sip. With bright eyes, he said, "Sword Sect?"
"Su Bei." Er Xia gently set down his tea bowl and replied.
Li Zhidong stroked his short beard, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized Er Xia. Then, with a thoughtful and gentle smile, he said, "Perhaps, ah, there's no need to go to the Sword Sect..."
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