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"Grand Chancellor Zhou, why wouldn't you let me go look for Zhang Suohao?"
In the teahouse, Zhou Li sat with Deadman's Blade in the top-floor private room, a purple clay teapot laid before them.
Faced with Deadman's Blade's query, Zhou Li did not answer immediately. First, he placed a cup in front of Deadman's Blade, then picked up the teapot, while Deadman's Blade naturally picked up the teacup.
Zhou Li leaned slightly and began pouring tea; soon the cup in Deadman's Blade's hand was full, but Zhou Li did not put down the teapot and continued pouring.
Deadman's Blade frowned, letting the scalding tea overflow onto his rough hands. A moment later, Zhou Li slowly set down the teapot and looked at Deadman's Blade, saying:
"Do you understand?"
