"So it's true. He's just some grunt who serves tea in the military."
"I suspected as much the moment he challenged you to a tea ceremony," Zhang Meilan muttered disdainfully.
"But the technique you use to brew tea is filled with a decisive, lethal intent," Tang De remarked, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. "It doesn't resemble a ceremonial art at all; it's more like kung fu tea. Your movements are so decisive they sometimes make my own hands tingle. Qin Long, have you been on a battlefield before?"
Hearing this, Qin Long could only sigh.
