C1453 The Poison That Could Poison a Fourstar War Saint

"I grew the tea leaves myself and did the roasting as well," Meng Jiao stated, not even glancing at Zhang Xing, his expression one of utmost seriousness as he concentrated on brewing the tea.

"Is this a dish of pistachios?" Zhang Xing didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the three small plates. They appeared to be casually conversing, yet the battle had already commenced