In the small courtyard.
The tea brewed today was personally prepared by Lu Changsheng, the first temple priest of the Wutong Temple in Qifeng Prefecture City.
The water came from a spring on Bull Horn Mountain.
The fragrance was refreshing, and the taste was smooth and mellow.
After one cup, it imparted a sense of cool refreshment.
"The parasol leaf that was bestowed upon you last time in the Prefecture City, if placed at the bottom of the cup, can have miraculous effects."
Mr. Lu pointed to the empty cup and said so.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan reached into his bosom, took out the parasol leaf, and placed it at the bottom of the cup.
As Mr. Lu poured tea into the cup, he slowly said, "You've done quite the deed in just the few days we've not seen each other!"
"It's not a big deal, I was just dissatisfied with the expansion of the city, which involves the survival of the Human Clan, and yet there were some parasites that dared to covet these materials!"
