"Master Pu Zhi, actually, your Gui Lai Temple, if you wanted to make it better, wouldn't it be quite easy? Even becoming a grand temple that countless elites flock to—it's not impossible, right?"
Bai Xiaofan stared at Pu Zhi, pressing him again.
"Benefactor, do you see any difference between the tea water in the kettle and the tea water in the cup?"
In response to Bai Xiaofan's question, Master Pu Zhi did not answer directly but instead pointed at the tea in Bai Xiaofan's cup, speaking softly to him.
Any difference?
For a moment, the gazes of all three people were fixed on the cup before them.
There didn't seem to be much of a difference.
"The water in the cup has a higher temperature than the water in the kettle!"
Murong Wan extended her small hand and stealthily touched the kettle. Then, with confidence, she declared to Master Pu Zhi.
However, despite Murong Wan's confident assertion, Master Pu Zhi merely smiled faintly and said nothing.
