Never Forgotten

Seeing Jian Wushuang's slightly skeptical gaze, Fan Tianfeng let out a cold laugh.

"You don't think I really forgot where I came from, do you?" He lifted his teacup, took a sip, then explained, "This tea comes from a small country far from here. Strong individuals specifically pick it there, and despite its low price there, it holds high value in the Shi Kingdom. You'll see when you pay!"

Tea might be expensive, but it still grows from the ground.

Just like Fan Tianfeng, whose status was now high.

All thanks to walking out of the Qishen Temple.

How could he forget?

"Good!" Jian Wushuang's face brightened, then he continued, "Since you put it that way, I won't hide it. I do need your help this time!"

Then he proceeded to explain about refining sword bases or blanks.

Along with that, he also disclosed matters concerning the Holy Assembly.

Since the other party was being so candid, he wouldn't hold back either.