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Cultivators, strength is one aspect, and state of mind is another. Only when the two are in harmony can one accomplish great things.
"Mr. Guo," Duan Feifei said as she offered a cup of tea with her slender, jade-like fingers to Guo Yi, "Please enjoy the tea."
"Thank you!" Guo Yi nodded, his expression calm.
He took a gentle sip and indeed, it was excellent tea. Having followed the North Ming Venerable over the years, Guo Yi had gained some understanding of the way of tea. This must be the finest Dahongpao from Wuyi State, and moreover, it came from the cliffs in Wuyi State where the rare Dahongpao trees yield only a few dozen kilograms per year. Even the bigwigs of Jingdu only get a small share of it.
The fact that Duan Feifei could entertain guests with such Dahongpao indicated a profound background.
Guo Yi set down the teacup and gazed clearly and sharply at the landscape painting behind Duan Feifei, without uttering a word.
