Master Zhang stood up, took the teacup with both hands, and sipped lightly, deliberately avoiding looking at Tang Lingwu.
Tang Lingwu didn't say anything either, drinking her tea with lowered brows and an expression as if food had lost its flavor.
Old Man Bai cursed silently in his heart:
...Damn it!
Where did everyone from the retirement home disappear to?
How come it's just me accompanying these two ancestors?
"Perhaps I'm used to drinking Jiushan Sect's tea, this Forget Machine Tea tastes somewhat off to me." Master Zhang slowly put down the teacup, seemingly embarrassed, and smiled, "Junior brother's taste is somewhat like mine."
"Then Master Zhang has said it wrong." Tang Lingwu lowered her eyes, "Zheng Fa loves Forget Machine Tea, it's one of the varieties he personally cultivated."
The moment the words 'personally cultivated' were uttered, Old Man Bai shivered as if struck, his breath stopping — were they really talking about tea?
