Everyone retreated. Even so, Lu Qing was still worried as he was afraid that Ning Fan would expose even more shocking news that would humiliate the Mistress.
However, the Mistress seemed to be unaffected…
Even so, Lu Qing was still a Divine Transformation Realm old monster. He might be feeling worried, but he did not look flustered at all. Instead, he wore a calm expression with a happy smile. With a flick of his sleeve, two cups of spiritual tea were brewed for Ning Fan and the female corpse.
"Hehe. Fellow Daoist Zhou, have some tea."
"This tea is good… You used spiritual mist as water in brewing the ten thousand-year-old tea leaf, Bi Luo. A sip of this tea can raise a considerable amount of magic power equivalent to cultivating for half a year," said Ning Fan after he took a sip of it.
When the female corpse placed her lips on the edge of the cup, her brows knitted together.
"Light…Hot…"
"Don't be afraid."
