"Senior Brother Liu, if you have something to say, just say it!"
Zhong Lin put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes fixed on Liu Ziyang.
"Alright, Junior Brother Zhong, you're indeed straightforward. In that case, I won't beat around the bush."
Liu Ziyang waved his right hand, collecting all the tea utensils on the stone table into his storage bracelet.
"Junior Brother Zhong, are you aware of the Turtle Head Association?"
Zhong Lin sighed in his heart; Yu Shu was right, the so-called Turtle Head Association indeed came to him.
"I've heard a little."
Liu Ziyang's lips curled into a smile, saying leisurely, "Then does Junior Brother Zhong have any thoughts?"
"Is Senior Brother Liu inviting me to join?"
"Correct."
"That's too bad. I'm already a member of the Juying Association."
