Yun Yang responded with a slight smile. "Even once is considered one too many times to have this Tea of the Nine Supremes consumed by the Nine Supremes, so there is really no need for a tea farmer like you to exist any longer. Since the tea farmer will cease to exist, nobody else will be able to make this tea. Is this what you mean, Mr. Nian?"
He heaved a sigh of disappointment. "Come to think of it, this poor tea farmer has thoroughly exerted himself. The many years of hard work consumed in a single sip, and he will be void of a purpose… a terrible pity, indeed. These circumstances made me think of slaves as part of a big family… trying their very best to win favors, yet they fail to get their master's affections. A fate like that is unspeakably tragic."
Mr. Nian simply shook his head. "Oh well, I've tried — I can't seem to enrage you."
"Likewise. Mr. Nian, your self-restraint is strong. This humble one is equally impressed."