"Colin, I have prepared some pure tea in the quiet room. I wonder if I am fortunate enough to invite you for a chat," Immortal Jingxu said, waving his horsetail whisk and pointing in a direction.
"It is my honor to have a mystical discussion with Immortal Jingxu," Link immediately agreed.
"Please,"
"After you."
After some polite formalities, Immortal Jingxu led the way with Link following behind.
Soon, they arrived at a quiet room in a side hall.
The room wasn't large, only about a square meter in size, with no other objects inside, just a low square table and two cushions.
It was spotlessly clean, bright and tidy. No incense had been burned, making the air fresh.
Both sat opposite each other on the low couch. Immortal Jingxu poured two cups of tea from the teapot.
It was indeed pure tea.
The tea was clear, without any discoloration, and had a faintly fragrant aroma.
Just a whiff could cleanse one's heart and sweep away one's troubles.
