Nameless Cave Heaven.
Within the thatched cottage.
Jiang Ning took sips one after another, quickly finishing the tea in his cup.
The old man looked at Jiang Ning, his lips curving into a faint smile.
If one were to judge by appearances at this moment, no one would suspect that this man was the Martial Saint who had dominated the world for over eight centuries.
The old man lifted the teapot again and poured tea for Jiang Ning.
"Residence Master, let me do it!" Jiang Ning quickly reached out, intending to take the teapot from the old man's hand.
"A guest is a guest!" the old man said plainly.
As his voice resonated, it seemed as if an invisible force was generated in the void, briefly restricting Jiang Ning's movements.
Trickle trickle trickle——
The tea flowed into the cup, steam rising, resembling ethereal clouds and mist.
Words become law?
At this moment, Jiang Ning was secretly astonished, recalling the records about the master of a Grotto Heaven.
