At nightfall, the desolate village ancient temple.
Inside the house, a bonfire was blazing, the firewood burning fiercely, illuminating the temple hall that had been abandoned for who knows how many years.
The kettle hanging over the bonfire was "gurgling" with steam, and a faint scent of tea wafted through the air.
Wang Chen, his hands forming a spell, drew a cluster of boiling water from the kettle.
The next moment, this cluster of water divided into two parts, falling into two teacups respectively.
The tea leaves in the cups swirled, and the tea turned from clear to green in an instant, without spilling a single drop.
The old Taoist sitting opposite Wang Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip, praising, "What wonderful tea!"
He gave Wang Chen a thumbs-up, "Friend, your technique is even more exquisite!"
What Wang Chen had done seemed ordinary, but without having perfected the Object-Controlling Technique, it would be impossible to handle it with such ease.
