Chapter 72 Han Jingtian

In the silence of the four seats, a young man of about 17 or 18 years old slowly walked out from behind the curtain of the leisure hall.

　　Undoubtedly, this pressure came from him.

　　And he was bound to have taken in all that had just happened.

　　Under the gaze of almost everyone's difficult expressions, this youth slowly walked across to Qin Feng's table and sat down so directly.

　　"The tea, how is it?"

　　Only after Qin Feng put down his teacup did the youth open his mouth to ask.

　　Qin Feng looked at him, but then gazed at the teacup in front of him again, reminiscing a little.

　　"The tea is good, but I'm not blessed with the taste, and I can't tell if it's good or bad."

　　Qin Feng opened his mouth and said, then he added, "But this tea, right, when you first enter it, you feel that your mouth is full of bitterness, but after a long time there seems to be so much sweetness."

　　While listening to Qin Feng's plain and straightfor