In the quiet courtyard of Mei Wangsheng, Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu stood fifteen steps apart.
Apart from Tai Shu Jian, who was overjoyed with Jue Que strapped to his back, and Hong Luoyu, who stood with his hands behind his back, as well as Mei Wangsheng, who had come upon hearing the news, there was no one else around. All the servants had been sent away.
Hong Luoyu sat under the pavilion, composed and even more dignified in the presence of outsiders, wearing a moon-white long robe. As he poured tea without even glancing at Wang Anfeng, he said indifferently,
"Thirty-five moves are the limit."
"Do you understand?"
Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu nodded, and Hong Luoyu laughed lightly, lifting his tea cup to take a delicate whiff, slightly nodding in great satisfaction. This was the first sprout from the Mei Family's tea trees in Wanling after the winter, brewed thrice with spring water yet not overdone, of the highest quality.
