Non-Phase Peak, Spirit Sword Mountain.
Inside the rustic wooden hut, the Master and disciple sat facing each other. The disciple respectfully brewed a cup of hot tea and then offered it to his Master.
The Master felt extremely flattered and immediately inspected the tea using more than ten kinds of spells. After determining that there was no poison in it, she cautiously took a sip.
Hmm, this was worthy to be the Non-Phase Peak tea: bitter and tart, absolutely the tea dregs.
The Master nodded with satisfaction. Indeed, he was worthy to be her disciple; he has inherited the spirit of hard work and simple living. If he kept on like this, he would be able to save a bit.
“Little Wang Lu, why is your face looking like you’re constipating, is there something you want to ask?”
Wang Lu, of course, has something to ask. Since his Master came back from wandering outside, she brought with her a series of surprises, so the questions in Wang Lu’s heart had already piled up.
