Ye Fan picked up his teacup, took a gentle sip, and felt the refreshing fragrance spread out in his mouth before slowly setting it back down.
The celadon teacup looked exceptionally warm and smooth under the reflection of the afterglow, while the ripples in the tea resembled a flowing painting, mirroring the sharp edge flickering in the depths of Ye Fan's eyes.
He fell silent for a brief moment, then spoke, "We'll head to the Dragon Clan shortly."
Chapter 168