A few days later.
Inside a blue brick and red tile residence in Dongcang Town.
Li Ye was calmly pouring tea for the two people sitting in front of him, using a teapot made from the red sand dug up from the area.
From time to time, a Brocade Rat would poke its head out of a silver spatial hole and deliver pastries.
"..."
Wei Qingye watched as the tea slowly flowed down, soaking the golden red tea leaves. It looked like a sunset burning in the water—beautiful indeed, but it felt unbearably slow.
Moreover, did that teacup even hold half an ounce?
Why did drinking tea feel so unsatisfying?
This thought crossed his mind, so he simply reached out, took the teapot from Li Ye's hand, and poured himself a large bowl—strangely, he managed to pull out a porcelain jade bowl.
He then infused a trace of icy energy with his fingers and drank it in one gulp.
Now it was Li Ye who was helpless.
