Sanhe Boxing Club.
After everyone had cleared out, Chen Yuan was invited by Zhao Nanshan to the backyard.
"Come, taste this tea."
Zhao Nanshan brewed a cup of tea and placed it before Chen Yuan.
Without any hesitation, Chen Yuan picked up the tea cup, took a light sip, and maintained a calm demeanor.
"How is it?"
"Quite bitter..."
Chen Yuan answered truthfully.
Zhao Nanshan shook his head, glanced at Chen Yuan, and then took a sip of his tea:
"You lack experience, this tea is top-quality."
"Heh..."
Chen Yuan chuckled lightly without saying anything; he wasn't very interested in tea.
"This time, I thought you wouldn't come."
"When it comes to doing things, I am quite reliable."
"However, if Chen had not come, would Elder Zhao have been prepared to take action himself?" Chen Yuan observed very clearly that in such a situation, Zhao Nanshan would certainly have shown a move or two.
"This old skeleton doesn't have much strength left, the more I fight, the sooner I'd die."
