Honestly, Tu Xiao'an was so disgusted by this old man's dirty tricks that he felt like spitting up a mouthful of blood.
'You want a damn snake to drink tea? The hell I will! You expect me to lick it up with my forked tongue?'
'Where would that leave my dignity as the Snake King?'
And yet, the Vice Dean was playing the part of a perfect host, all grace and courtesy. He gazed at the exquisite little snake before the tea set with a sincere look, as if he were treating him as a person.
"You don't hit a smiling face," as the saying goes. Tu Xiao'an wouldn't bow to anyone, but right now, he had to hand it to this old man.
'What now? You actually want to discuss philosophy over tea with me, a snake?'
The old man had probably witnessed Tu Xiao'an's divine might in the fallen district. He knew in his heart that he couldn't actually defeat this Snake Demon in a real fight right now.
So he settled for the next best thing: pissing him off.
