Lin Xin followed his example, picked up the teacup, and drained it in one gulp.
What was strange about the tea was that the moment it touched his lips, it automatically melded into his skin, not entering his mouth at all. Before he could even feel anything, his lips had absorbed it completely.
This left Lin Xin somewhat astonished when he set the teacup down.
"Don't be surprised, this tea is meant to be 'drunk' with your lips," Ji Lu said with a smile.
"As for Huang Songzi's matter, they lost a game this time, so you don't need to worry. Right now, they're too busy to deal with a little guy like you; they can barely manage their own affairs. Whatever mission you have, whatever you need to do, go ahead with confidence. We're keeping an eye on their movements."
Lin Xin nodded.
"Your disciple understands."
"Additionally, I hope you can participate in the upcoming Tingjian Conference," Ji Lu said softly.
