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On the other end of the phone, Cui You, infuriated, pounded the desk.
Although he didn't use any Spiritual Energy, the various scrolls on the desk still quaked from the pounding.
Cui Wu handed over a glass cup, the tea leaves inside it bloomed and released steady whiffs of aroma.
Cui You, chomping peonies like a cow, took it and guzzled a few mouthfuls, tasting nothing at all.
Unable to suppress the anger boiling in his stomach, he spat out the chewed mass of tea leaves with a "ptui".
"Brother, tell me what Chu Bai is like. I'm really afraid she's taking the path of an evil cultivator, acting solely on her whims," he said.
Cui Wu chuckled, "I understand how you feel, don't worry. This tea is freshly picked, savor it slowly."
However, Cui You lacked such patience, his narrow eyes squinting slightly.