C153 Mysterious Two

Since ancient times, there had been an uncountable number of places where information had gathered. However, if one wished to obtain all of it, there would be a place that they could do so.

In a quiet place in the capital, there was a teahouse that was neither big nor small. This teahouse was not like the other teahouses. Other people's teahouses were all located in this bustling city.

Besides, the owners of the teahouses knew that if they opened the teahouses in a remote and desolate place, they would only be waiting for the door to close. None of these tea owners would take the risk. They would rather have their business take the risk of being competitive, which was better than not having anyone taking interest in it.

However, the owner of this teahouse was different. He had purposely opened this teahouse in such a remote place. It was surprising that the business of his teahouse was so good and there were many customers. However, there were not many people who had seen the real face of the owner of the tea house. Even the waiter was unsure how long it would take before he could meet the boss once more.

As usual, the teahouse business was very good. The waiters were extremely busy, and didn't even have a chance to rest.

At this time, a man in white clothes walked in from outside the tea shop. He exuded a holy aura that made people feel that he was inviolable. The white-clothed man found an empty table and sat down. He observed his surroundings, but didn't seem to see anything.

He just sat there quietly, as if in that noisy environment, as if he was the direct immortal in the painting, as calm and elegant as ink.

Currently, his business was extremely good. The waiter was unable to stop for even a moment, so he did not have much time to greet the dignified man. The shopkeeper, who was originally counting the accounts book at the counter, also put down what he was doing and helped out from the side.

"Sir, would you like some tea?" The shopkeeper's face was filled with respect and gentleness. He thought that this person was definitely not an ordinary mortal, so he didn't dare to slight him.

"Have a Longjing." The man in white smiled gently like Mingyue Qingzhao. The shopkeeper quickly called for the servant behind him to bring a pot of Dragon Well.

Outside the window, it was drizzling heavily. The dream-like scene added a touch of elegance to the scenery.

The white-clothed man's gaze was quite long. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he felt as if he had been separated from the world. It made people feel as if the man in front of them was a hidden expert.

Even though it was a bit cold outside, it was more suitable for drinking a cup of hot tea. Firstly, it was to get rid of the cold air, and secondly, they were to have a chat.

Not long after, the fragrant and intoxicating tea shop spread out, causing one's heart to sink into a state of tranquility.

"Dear customer, here's your tea." The shopkeeper gently placed the teapot on the table. "Thank you." The white-clothed man gently smiled like a spring breeze, causing one to feel abnormally calm.

A cool breeze blew past and lifted up the elegant robe, causing the fragrance of the tea to cause one to be dazzled.

"Oh right, shopkeeper, do you know what happened in Beijing recently?" The white-clothed man poured himself a cup with a single hand. His long, slender fingers were as white as jade when accentuated by the violet clay pot.

The man in white spoke in a gentle manner, so the shopkeeper didn't mind speaking a little more.

"This esteemed guest is not aware of this. If we were to talk about the recent sensational events, it would be because the General Shen suffered a huge defeat in the war. Now, their military power has been stripped away." The shopkeeper was unusually respectful, but he was not the least bit impatient.

"So it's like that." A trace of an unfathomable expression flashed across the depths of the white-clothed man's eyes.

The white-clothed man picked up the cup of tea in front of him. He was not in a hurry and only swayed slightly. He gracefully blew at the steam rising from the cup, adding to his haziness.

"Power." When the white-clothed man heard this familiar voice, the corner of his eyebrows unconsciously raised slightly. He took a sip of his hot tea in an unhurried manner and thought, "Hm, that's pretty good."

"Shang, what is it?" "Since you're here to drink tea, why don't we drink together?" The man in white who had been called Quan Zouhua had eyes like the spring wind as he looked at the person in front of him with an amused expression.

The newcomer was dressed in black, surrounded by a faint coldness. It gave off a very estranged feeling, a sharp contrast.

If the white-clothed man was spring, then the black-clothed man was autumn. The two of them gave off a very complementary feeling and felt that they were both indispensable.

The man in black, Shang, looked at the cup of tea with a slight frown on his face. His eyes were cold. "I am not here for tea." Her voice was like thin ice, without a trace of emotion.

After hearing what was said, Quan slowly put down the teacup in his hand. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was not surprised by the black-clothed man's appearance.

"What a pity then." The man in white shook his head regretfully. He had to know that this tea was truly diligent. It was a different taste when it came to tasting it.

"Go back quickly, that person is sick again." After the man in black finished speaking, he showed no mercy and walked out of the teahouse.

Quan Zai smiled helplessly. He was originally going to reach out for the teapot, but now, he somewhat retracted his hand.

"What a waste of this good tea." With a troubled tone, coupled with the expression on his face, he really did attract the attention of others. The man in white straightened his sleeves and stood up. He walked over to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, here's the tea fee." Saying that, he was not stingy at all. The shopkeeper was just about to find some loose money to exchange, but he was stopped by the white-clothed gongzi.

"Oh yeah, thank you for telling me that this is the gift of gratitude." He lightly nodded his head and didn't give the shopkeeper any time to react. A cool breeze blew past, and the white-clothed man in front of him no longer had any trace of his original shadow.

The shopkeeper was slightly startled at first and he rubbed his eyes. Now, not to mention the white clothed man, even the black clothed man had disappeared at this moment. However, he quickly recovered his wits. After all, the owner of this teahouse was not an ordinary person. It was obvious that the shopkeeper had seen a lot of things. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He turned around and called for the waiter to hurry up with the tea.

The empty table from before was now just for the steaming cup of tea. It had not disappeared one bit, as if it was waiting for its owner.

The crowd was also in an uproar, no one seemed to have noticed when such an elegant person had appeared.

The rain outside the window was even more intense.