Conditions

Sheyan’s statement sounded rather rude, instead, Zi emotionlessly placed the teapot on the table. She then pushed gently with slender spotlessly fair fingers, as the table revolved and directed the delicate tea port to Sheyan’s front.

When everyone was expecting Sheyan to pour himself a cup, he unexpectedly picked up the entire teapot. Raising it above his head, he blatantly swallowed in gulps!

Not only Demondream revealed a spiteful glance, even the composed Zi couldn’t refrain herself from frowning.

Sheyan proceeded to drain out the tea until only the tea leaves were left inside the pot. He then belched comfortably, before offering a smirk and provided an irrelevant answer.

"You’re implying, you wish to trade this dark-gold shield for our divine stone? You should at least exhibit its properties."

Demondream gave a biting reply.

"The properties aren’t a problem, but how can a piece of rock match the value of a dark-gold grade equipment?"