"Oh, guest, you must be joking. This old servant is merely the steward of the Dragon Palace, responsible for managing some miscellaneous affairs."
Shaking his head, the turtle-headed demon softly replied.
Steward?!
Slightly taken aback, Wang Junze's apprehension did not diminish in the slightest as he asked again, "May I know how to address you, senior?"
"When the master was here, he granted me a wisp of Dragon Blood and named me Dragon Turtle."
Smiling, the demon replied again, "Please, have some tea, guest."
As he spoke, Dragon Turtle slowly extended his hand and pushed the teacup towards Wang Junze.
After hesitating slightly, Wang Junze still took the teacup, pinched the lid, and looked down, only to see the tea sparkling and translucent, with the tea leaves inside a rich emerald green, exuding a dense Spiritual Qi.
However, being surrounded by water, drinking tea still made Wang Junze feel somewhat peculiar.
