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Inside Baihua Building, laughter filled the air.
Dong Jing, wearing an officer's robe from the Guardian Martial Department, sat surrounded by friends during his patrol, endlessly talking and laughing.
The table was laden with exquisite dishes and fine wine, their aroma diffusing everywhere.
"Brother Dong, tell us, how does the newly introduced tribute tea, 'Yunding Cuilu,' compare to the 'Tai Long He Jing' we drank last year? Which is superior?"
A man in a deep blue Cloud Brocade Robe raised his cup invitingly, his eyes full of anticipation.
Dong Jing smiled slightly, took a sip from his cup, closed his eyes to savor it, then leisurely said, "Yunding Cuilu, with its jade-green color, enters the mouth crisp and leaves a lingering sweetness, truly exuding a transcendent feeling; whereas Tai Long He Jing resembles a gentle beauty in the misty rain of Jiangnan, delicate and elegant—each has its own merits, hard to distinguish superiority."
