"No, not reaching an agreement is the biggest agreement," Hanson Lee said, shaking his head firmly. "Graceful."
"Yes, Father," Graceful Lee replied immediately, sensing that Hanson had something to instruct.
"The tea leaves from the Moon of West Lake can prolong my life. How much power do you think the people surrounding the one who owns such an item have?" Hanson Lee asked an entirely irrelevant question.
Graceful Lee was taken aback. Having drank that kind of tea before, he knew exactly how potent the leaves were. You could say the effect bordered on the miraculous.
"What do you think people like us can't resist?" Hanson Lee asked another question.
"Something like Cloud Mist tea is probably irresistible to us." Graceful Lee didn't play the fool; Hanson Lee had made it so apparent. If he still didn't understand, he must be a complete idiot.
