Soon, Xu Ping'an arrived at an extremely quiet tea house, guided by the young beekeeper.
The scenery of the tea house was serene and beautiful, very peaceful.
Xu Ping'an was very satisfied.
On the way here, Xu Ping'an had already asked for his name.
The young beekeeper was named Wu An, an ordinary resident of the eastern sub-city of the capital.
"Wu An, I'm going to ask you a few questions. If your answers satisfy me, these will be yours," said Xu Ping'an as he took out ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones.
As Wu An saw the ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones, his eyes instantly brightened.
A big customer indeed—he hadn't misjudged. This man was certainly very generous.
Ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones were definitely a significant fortune.
Ordinarily, even if he attended to ten patrons, he might not receive ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones.
Some folks would at most give him some gold coins, so in his eyes, Xu Ping'an's generosity was truly impressive.
