The tea that Jiang Tang carried around had them all smelling the rich spiritual energy emanating from it, making them all involuntarily swallow their saliva, craving a cup for themselves.
But not a single person dared to voice their desire, only fixing their gazes on Jiang Tang as they continued to swallow their saliva incessantly.
Jiang Tang, as if he hadn't noticed, leisurely sipped his tea; amidst the disciple's silence, he didn't say a word.
The disciple guarding the gate stared at Jiang Tang and swallowed his saliva just like the others, thinking to himself that he had never seen tea with such spiritual energy in all his years.
Every time a disciple who tended the Spirit Field delivered their goods, he would inspect them, but he had never encountered tea leaves or Spirit Grass with such potent spiritual energy.
"Elder Jiang Tang, what kind of tea is this? Why does it smell so fragrant?"
