In the small courtyard.
Under the Stone Pavilion.
Luo Changfeng and Carefree Monk found themselves at an impasse for a moment.
Until, three to five minutes had passed once more.
Luo Changfeng, who was holding a teapot in his hands, finally slowly set down the teapot he was holding.
He looked somewhat helplessly at the Carefree Monk in front of him.
And, at the way he was covering the mouth of the teacup with his right hand.
He sighed slightly out of helplessness.
Then, he pondered silently in his heart, "Is the tea really that hard to drink?"
After thinking it over for a moment, he couldn't help shaking his head.
The taste of the tea was certainly not bad.
It's just that these people did not quite appreciate the deliciousness of the ordinary tea.
But, this was good too.
If that was the case, then the vast majority of the tea could all end up in his own mouth.
...
As the two of them regained their initial composure.
