C434 Brother Face to Face

Within a small, quiet courtyard in the Falling Moon Imperial Capital.

Two people, a pot of tea.

Feng Qianlou took a sip of tea and frowned: "How can this be tea?"

"I'm not the young master of the Qian Ji Tower. I don't have the chance to drink good tea. I'm a rough man. I can drink good tea if I have saliva."

"I did not come here today to listen to your words