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Swish-swish.
Tea leaves tumbled, the foam clinging to the sides of the cup.
Xiang Fangsu picked up the teapot, pouring a full cup of fragrant tea for both himself and Ke Wenbin.
"Hmm, making an effort to establish oneself will eventually lead to success, Master Yang's achievement in becoming a Grandmaster is indeed cause for celebration. With two Grandmasters in the Fishing Tax Office and three within Pingyang Prefecture, we stand firm and unassailable. As long as the three of us remain steadfast, the Ghost Mother Cult dare not commit any offenses. But then, what?"
"Then..."
Liang Qu scratched his head.
Why does this all seem nothing at all like what he had imagined?
So peaceful?