As soon as the teacup was placed near the tip of his nose, the fragrance had already rushed straight to his nose.
The tea was steaming, and when Yu daoyi looked down, he saw the clear and bright tea with a clear reddish-brown color. It was very beautiful.
"It's the high fire iron Arhat. " Yu daoyi thought.
He sniffed the aroma of the tea and waited for it to surround his nose before he took a sip.
"Authentic." Yu daoyi didn't even open his mouth, but directly mumbled something.
He had no choice. If he were to drink this tea and speak, he would probably be beaten to death by Ji Feng who was intoxicated by it.
The tea was rich and mellow. When it first entered the mouth, a light medicinal fragrance entered the mouth along with the soup, followed by a light and gentle flower fragrance. The two combined together had an indescribable taste.
