Inside the room.
After Feng Long offered the two choices, he looked away and fell silent, leaning back in his chair to continue boiling water for tea.
Despite the irrepressible astonishment on Wang Quan's face across the table, Feng Long ignored him, seemingly focusing entirely on brewing the second pot of cloud mist tea.
This time, his movements were deliberate and unhurried.
Once the water boiled, the scalding liquid poured into the cups, coaxing out another burst of the cloud mist tea's bizarre fragrance.
"If you don't know how to choose, you can go back and think it over. We are still a day and a half's drive from the territory. Before we arrive, you can come find me whenever you've made up your mind!"
He evenly distributed the second round of tea into their three cups.
Seeing Su Mo still sitting across from him, calm and composed without making an immediate choice, the appreciation in Feng Long's eyes grew a fraction.
