"I don't know, just arranged to meet him three days later at the Flame Pillar Peak of the Worshiping Fire Path."
Those who often take lives know that after killing, it's best to drink a cup of good tea to cleanse the aura and calm the heart; Yi Chen downed the tea from the porcelain cup in one gulp.
The fragrance of the tea diffused through the air.
It was the Ling Mist Path Tea worth ten thousand taels per catty.
It had the effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit, something he had scavenged from the ruins of the Worshiping Fire Path before.
Of course, now the tea bore the surname Yi.
"Don't know?" Lin Zhenbei asked strangely.
Yi Chen sighed, "Brother Lin, what we value in Hidden Dragon Temple is purity and inaction. If it weren't for the Worshiping Fire Path's aggressive stance, I wouldn't have taken such drastic measures."
