"Martial Uncle is really humble. I've learned my lesson…" Liu Qingfeng sweated.
At this moment, Lin Qingzhu asked curiously, "By the way, Master, what's going on outside? Why are there so many people on our Violet Cloud Peak?"
"That's right. When we came back just now, we saw many people on the north mountain."
Ye Qiu was stunned. He wasn't in a hurry to answer. Instead, he slowly took a sip of the Bitter Spirit Tea that Xiao Yi had just sent over.
The first mouthful felt a little bitter. He slowly tasted and savored the flavor. It has to suffer before enjoying happiness.
"Ah…" Ye Qiu sighed in enjoyment. Ah… the taste of money…
He had heard of this Bitter Spirit Tea before. It was a famous tea unique to Guangling City. Those who could drink this tea were basically people of noble status.
