He quickly snatched the teapot from the old man's hands, grabbed two fresh cups, and filled them with tea.
"Come, A-He, offer the tea to your master!"
Shu He was a little bewildered, and before she knew it, a cup of tea had been pressed into her hand. By the time she regained her senses, Baili Moqing had already pulled her down onto her knees to perform the master-disciple ceremony. Most importantly, he was kneeling right beside her, holding a cup of tea of his own.
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