It was a drizzling night, misty and foggy.
Outside Meng Fortress, on top of the mountain guarded by Heaven Breaking Sword Sect...
Sitting right next to a stone table with four stone chairs, Wu Qi was carefully handling a little clay stove and a little purple-clay teapot. He just realized that some disciples in Mo Sect were experts in making tea sets, and they produced some fine quality ones, just like Mo Sect's ingenious skill in the crafting of gears of war.
The fragrance of tea filled the air. Sitting around the stone table, Lu Chengfeng, Nie Yaonu, and Nie Baihong could not help but inhale deeply. With good spring water and good tea, and Wu Qi's rather acceptable skill in tea making, the tea leaves harvested from one thousand years old tea trees in the depth of Meng Mountains were exuding most of their fragrance, smelling refreshing.
