As night fell, an ancient shrine stood in an abandoned village.
A bonfire burned brightly inside, its blazing firewood illuminating this shrine that had been deserted for who knew how many years.
The kettle hanging over the fire bubbled and steamed, filling the air with a faint fragrance of tea.
Wang Chen formed a hand seal and drew a ball of boiling water from the kettle.
In the next moment, the ball of boiling water split into two and fell into two teacups.
The tea leaves swirled in the cups, and the clear water instantly turned green without spilling a single drop.
The old Daoist seated opposite Wang Chen raised his teacup and took a sip, praising, "Truly fine tea!"
He gave Wang Chen a thumbs-up. "Fellow Daoist, your technique is even finer!"
Wang Chen's display looked ordinary enough, but without having cultivated the Object Manipulation Technique to the point of consummate mastery, it would have been impossible to wield it with such effortless ease.
To put it plainly, Wang Chen's process of dividing the water and brewing the tea had faintly carried a trace of Dao charm!
What impressed the old Daoist most was Wang Chen's youth.
Because he was young, he was all the more remarkable!
"You flatter me, Senior."
Wang Chen smiled and raised his cup. "Thank you, Senior, for answering my questions and clearing my doubts. This cup of tea is for you!"
This old Daoist before him, with the bearing of an immortal and the bones of a sage, was a cultivator Wang Chen had encountered on the road earlier that day.
Since they shared the same destination, the two had traveled together.
They spent the night in the abandoned village.
The old Daoist's surname was Jia. He was at the eighth level of Qi