"Certainly!"
Seeing Feng Qing'an's free and unconstrained demeanor, the mountain god couldn't help but laugh, placing the jade pot filled with tea in front of Feng Qing'an.
"Pour as much as you like, but I hope when you drink the last cup, you will savor its taste!"
"Thank you, Great God!"
Feng Qing'an was overjoyed. As for savoring the taste? He didn't feel he was worthy. Spiritual Tea, which nourished the soul, was regarded as just wild tea by the mountain god. Thus, it was more about flavor rather than its special effect.
"No need to thank me. I invited you here without your consent, so it's only right that I treat you well!"
"Huh?"
Feng Qing'an, who had already drunk his second cup of tea, stiffened his expression. Suddenly he remembered, the mountain god invited him for a reason.
"I have a matter to discuss with you!"
"Please speak, Great God!"
