Hearing the topic Yuan Zheng Taoist had raised, Wang Ping's gaze shifted to the fragrant tea, as if trying to grasp the delicate scent wafting from it.
"What is the mission?"
Yu Lian spoke, asking the question in Wang Ping's stead.
Yuan Zheng Taoist chuckled at the silent Wang Ping. "I think you should trust me for the time being. Otherwise, you'll have a hard time gaining anything from this Holy Heart Grass operation. It's right to be cautious when you're away from home, but you can't wear your caution and suspicion on your face."
"I never doubted you, Senior. I was just thinking about some things." Wang Ping raised his teacup, meeting Yuan Zheng Taoist's eyes.
"Thinking about what?"
"..."
Wang Ping smiled without saying a word. He gestured to Yuan Zheng Taoist with his raised cup, then lowered his head to savor the tea. It was like any ordinary light tea, but it carried a hint of inspiration, and the Spiritual Qi it produced rushed straight to his head.
