Even though Gu Yuzhi was anxious, he couldn't bypass Bao Gucheng to rush into Nangong Mo's residence first.
Bao Gucheng's steady footsteps echoed with a rhythmic clang on the marble floor, and he paused slightly when he reached the entrance hall.
The entrance hall was wide open.
In the spacious hall, there was a retro ink stone tea table in the middle.
Nangong Mo himself, in wide robes and long sleeves, was slowly brewing tea.
The fragrance of the tea wafted in the air, lending Nangong Mo's originally sinister face an unexpectedly refined look. One might almost mistake it for a scene from a fantasy martial arts drama, were it not known that this was the residence of the Demon.
"Bao Gucheng, though my osmanthus tea is a rare find, one in a million, and worth a fortune, if you want a taste, just ask me, and I'm afraid I wouldn't give it? Why make such a scene by bringing people here to seize it?"
