Zhang Xiaoman's thought had just formed when it was immediately snuffed out by someone—it was none other than Pei Laoliu.
"Hey, it's hypnosis again. This guy has been pulling the same tricks for so long. It was already a close call for him to keep the tenth place last year, and this time, looks like he's gonna be easily bumped off."
"Hypnosis!?" Zhang Xiaoman said with surprise as he turned to look at him.
Pei Laoliu curled his lips and said, "Of course it's hypnosis! What else did you think it was? Don't tell me you actually took him for a Divine Monk?"
Master Liu said this as he poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was green as the leaves, with a fragrance so rich and enticing, it made one yearn to drink it all in one gulp. Just a whiff could enlighten one's heart and spleen; indeed, it was a pot of top-grade excellent tea.
