The sounds of the earth shaking and mountains quaking lasted for nearly the duration of a cup of tea before gradually calming down. By that time, the whole tea house had cleared out, and those who remained were Practitioners of at least the eighth level of the Celestial Phase, with many possessing the cultivation of a Half-step Great Saint.
Whether they were Practitioners in the Celestial Phase or Half-step Great Saints, all were silenced, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The teahouse attendants' complexions also became exceedingly cautious, and their movements slowed. Whatever they had been busy with, they immediately stopped and stood to the side, waiting respectfully.
People were coming, and there were quite a number of them.
Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er exchanged glances, quietly stuffing a curiously peering pesky cat back into their clothes, and proceeded to sip the fragrant tea in small gulps.
