In the teahouse, Ju Xing is still making tea gracefully.
Zhang Zheng couldn't understand the process, but felt it was slow, very slow.
A new cup of tea is ready.
Zhang Zheng took it and took a sip. He quickly put it back in the middle of the tea table. The glass broke and the good tea set broke again.
This is as long as he... Leaves?
Zhang Zheng didn't turn back and left. He said faintly, "two hours, stand slowly."