"This Spiritual Spring, it seems to possess some spirituality. Not bad, not bad at all."
Among the three forces, the youngest-looking one was the last one. He appeared to be in his thirties, with star-shaped brows and a sharp gaze that carried an innate air of acuteness.
He laughed lightly at this moment and said to the others present, "This tea, this Spiritual Spring, I want them all."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned tense.
Huang Min's face nearly crumbled on the spot, his eyelid twitching. After a moment of stasis, he burst out laughing and said, "It's just a little bit of Spiritual Tea and Spiritual Spring. Don't be so polite, my fellow Daoists."
"Very well, when you leave, I'll have someone prepare a little for each of you. You will not be left wanting."
He had no choice but to play dumb amidst the exchange of words.
