"I therefore became dispirited for many days."
"One day, inspired, I created this Spiritual Tea, please, everyone, have a taste."
The people in the hall were somewhat caught off guard.
They had been listening to Lin Bufan recounting secret past events and didn't expect him to suddenly shift the conversation toward the Spiritual Tea.
But just as people had been all ears, fully attentive, inertia still guided their eyes toward the cups next to them.
The cups were quaint, like red pottery, with a rough, uneven surface that gave them a crudely made appearance.
Inside the cups, the tea leaves were orange-red like the autumn evening sun, with patterns like mountains and rivers faintly visible on them.
Shen Lingshu showed interest and was the first to pick up a cup and take a sip.
After tasting it, he quickly praised, "Good tea."
Ning Zhuo also took a sip.
