Reaching out, he picked up the cup of tea still steaming with warmth and drank it in one go.
The warm tea slid down his throat.
Only then did Fang Qingyu raise his eyes to meet Da Lei's scrutinizing gaze.
The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
"This time..."
Fang Qingyu put down the empty cup, letting its base gently tap on the smooth tea table with a crisp sound, "I'm here to buy something from you."
"Oh?"
Da Lei's eyebrows furrowed slightly in a barely noticeable wrinkle.
His fingers unconsciously brushed the edge of the smooth tea table, "Kunpeng Divine Bone, such things are hard to come by; I only have a piece of a broken bone. You can't just want it and have it appear."
Fang Qingyu immediately waved his hand, "No no no, I'm not here to purchase those rare treasures; I'm looking to buy a few Martial Techniques."
"Martial Techniques?"
