"Fortunately, this pot of tea can make three cups, and I have only had two."
Upon hearing this, Luo Bing's cold sweat worsened; the State Preceptor always meant what he said, and fortunately he had arrived just in time.
The State Preceptor replacing someone was something he could indeed do.
The next instant, Starlight surged from the State Preceptor's palm, instantly forming the figure of a slightly overweight, green-robed elder bowing, but only in profile.
This was what he had seen in the dream of the green-robed man who had committed suicide.
"This man, surnamed Wu, a steward from a prestigious family in Wanyi. Within the time for two pots of tea to brew, find his whereabouts for me. Otherwise, you will no longer be capable of overseeing the Spring Rain Department," Cheng Yuxiao said before changing the pot of water and starting to brew tea himself.
In the blink of an eye, the tea was ready.
