"Sit down, don't be so formal. I'm not particular about these things," said Brother Dao, sprawling on the lounge chair, feeling utterly comfortable.
Xiu'Er immediately came forward to pour the tea.
The scar-faced ghost looked noticeably troubled, not glancing around, and sat directly at the table, gulping down the tea in one go.
Just as he was about to speak, he faltered.
Because he never expected the tea to be brewed with Spirit Water?
He was delighted at this; Spirit Water might not be as precious and rare as he had imagined?
Brother Dao leisurely sipped his tea, wondering to himself why this guy wasn't afraid of getting burned. Drinking like that, is there any taste?
Soon, the scar-faced ghost recovered.
He said slowly, "Brother Dao, the reason I'm here this time is to join you, to become a member of Little Knife Studio."
Brother Dao was stunned; the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators, aside from a few freaks, had refused even the generous offers from the Four Great Guilds.
