The False One and True One

"Please have tea, little friend." Yuchi Kong made tea once again. The glow of the golden leaves, the snow white leaves, and the red ones mixed together in the jade cup, releasing an auspicious glow. After being steeped in boiling water, their color had mixed together into a dazzling color, and the fragrance perfused the air.

Chu Feng didn't say anything. He held onto the cup and took a sip, his eyes profound.

His expression was calm, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. He had gone through so many trials and risked life and limb to obtain the ultimate breathing technique, yet it was being targeted and demanded by such a person. How could he be resigned?

It was just that this elder was unfathomable. Otherwise, Chu Feng would've smashed his face in and… sold him!

"Although it's presumptuous, I hope little friend will forgive me. Everything is for the resurgence of this earth." Yuchi Kong sighed.