'Speaking of which, considering Marshal Lei's actions, he suspected Mr. Tang had definitely pulled some strings. The quotas for top-tier resources like these were allocated long ago—no more, no less. How could a new batch suddenly appear out of nowhere?'
Mr. Tang seemed a bit uncomfortable and cursed angrily, "That bald tiger, he's ancient! This tea is damn useless to him, yet he's giving the youngsters in the Bureau a hard time over a few lousy leaves. Is that any way for him to act? He's the marshal of an entire army! Where's his magnanimity? Where's his vision? Obsessed with these piddling little things every day. If he's so capable, why doesn't he go snatch some from the Exotic Origin Realm?
"For that matter, the Primordial Demon Race has a ten-thousand-year-old Enlightenment Tea plant in their lands. If he managed to snatch that, I'd even call him my godfather. Hmph!"
Kong Sheng just listened with a smile. He knew not to take those words seriously.
