As he spoke, he pulled Song Chongjin along a small path to the side.
After quite a while, the two finally reached the Tea Mother Tree.
"Do you think telling them the location of this tree would count as a great gift?"
Song Chongjin looked at Wang Yongzhu's hand caressing the Tea Mother Tree: "Are you willing to?"
Wang Yongzhu smiled: "This is a natural gift, and finding it was already my good luck. Besides, the events in Yingzi Gully started because of me, causing so much trouble. Even if Ninth Master Lee and Boss Zhang don't blame me, I can't just feign ignorance."
"We'll have to deal with them in the future. This matter isn't minor, but if not handled properly, it might leave some grudges. Who knows how many years this Tea Mother Tree will remain dormant in my hands? It's better to entrust it to them and do right by it!"
"Although in the future, drinking tea from the Tea Mother Tree might become difficult, I could always shamelessly demand a pound of tea from it every year!"
