As a result, he pushed the prepared tea to the place where the eyes were tightly shut, complimenting Sunny and Zhang: "Two masters, please enjoy the tea, it's some good Dragon Well."
Master Taiyang led the way, opening his eyes, but only glanced at Xiong lightly and closed his eyes again.
This time he came for revenge, in case he had invited his brother who trained together in the arts.
Ye Fengsheng knew Ye Fengsheng's voice was strong, his muscles already tense like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to fire at any moment, with war looming, how could he have the time to drink this tea?
In contrast, Master Zhang next to him carelessly picked up the teacup, took a sip, squinted, savoring the taste of the tea. After a long time, he spat out two words:
"Good tea!"
