In order to prevent accidents, Meng Qi personally brought Ye Yuan to the Hundred Knows Hall.
With him coming forward, everything was naturally a cinch.
Under a manager of the Hundred Knows Hall's lead, Ye Yuan went straight up to the third level. This was the place to receive VIPs.
"Sir wait for a moment here, someone will come and receive you right away," said the manager and then left.
This was a very elegant room. A delicate fragrance hit one's nostrils, giving people a feeling of intoxication.
The tea was already brewed. Ye Yuan gently took a sip and praised, "Good tea! The morning dew of purple Qi coming from the East, tea shoots irrigated with spirit rain. Hard to come by, hard to come by! What's even harder to come by is the pair of skillful hands of the person who brewed the tea."
Space distorted. A beautiful figure slowly walked out of the void.
