In the completely red lacquered wooden room, the discussion was complete.
Jingcheng brewed spirit tea; for him, in front of him were not only his elders but also Brother Jiu and Brother Liu, who bore the patriarchal responsibilities for him.
The discussions were over; courtesy cannot be neglected!
The tea being brewed was precisely the Cloud Conceal Tea.
Feeling the fragrance of the spiritual tea, even Ye Jingli, sitting beside him, couldn't help swallowing!
After all, it is Tier Two Upper Grade spirit tea, which costs a small thousand spirit stones per ounce, not to mention it greatly aids cultivation.
Once the tea was ready, Ye Jingcheng offered a cup to the four of them.
"Uncle Xingqun, Uncle Xinghan, Brother Liu, Brother Jiu, the clan is in grave danger; let this tea replace wine as a toast!"
"Patriarch, we all serve the clan, no need for formalities!" The other four also raised their cups together.
Only Ye Jing Hu did not join.
