And the scholar couldn't help but murmur in a trance, "I seem to see myself in white garments, a sword in hand, standing alone at the highest peak of the Boundless Snow Mountain, making solitary decisions that span through the ages."
Chen Qiu shook his head with a smile, picked up the teapot, and poured each person, including himself, half a cup.
He had also drunk Spiritual Tea before.
But this was probably the most expensive Spiritual Tea he had ever tasted. Just one "Frostveil Tea" leaf could only brew one teapot, and as the fragrance spilled out, the Frostveil Tea had completely dissolved into the spring water.
One pot could pour out about a dozen cups, and each cup of tea was probably worth one Mid-grade Spirit Stone.
"Everyone, have a taste."
