Hong Qitian listened to Fang Qingyu's clear and logical analysis, a hint of appreciation flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
This kid, not only has his power improved at an alarming rate, but his mind is also meticulous enough.
He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the steam, and did not immediately respond, as if weighing something.
Fang Qingyu didn't urge him, patiently waiting.
A moment later, Hong Qitian took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and finally spoke, his voice steady:
"Just wait."
"In a couple of days, I'll send someone to find you."
"He will help you with your identity issue."
Fang Qingyu felt certain and nodded: "Alright."
With the matter settled, Fang Qingyu picked up his teacup and took a sip as well.
The tea was slightly astringent at first, then transformed into a warm, gentle flow sliding into his stomach, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth, and a faint cooling sensation nourishing his spirit.
Good tea!
