East Sea, Shen clan headquarters—Purple Sandalwood Myriad Birds Island.
Shen Cong Sheng, Shen clan's first supreme elder, greeted him warmly. "Sea of Qi Ancestor, this is our Shen clan's Six Sounds Tea. Please, have a taste."
Fang Yuan nodded and looked at the teacups on the table before him.
Six Sounds Tea was Shen clan's signature tea, exceptionally exquisite and renowned throughout the five regions. It surpassed Spirit Affinity House's Qingpu Tea, Myriad Dragon Dock's Dragon Shadow Tea, Southern Border Qiao clan's Slave Charm Tea, and Fang clan's Seven Li Fragrance Tea.
Six Sounds Tea was not a single cup of tea, but a set of tea consisting of six small cups.
The refining process for these six small cups, the temperature of the tea, the type of teacups, the order in which they were drunk, and the precise method of drinking all required meticulous attention.
Fang Yuan first lifted the first cup. The tea was clear and bright, like the cloudless high sky of autumn, without a speck of dust.
"Autumn Willow Sound," Fang Yuan silently recited, taking a small sip.
As the tea went down his throat, he felt a crisp, sweet coolness. His mind became empty and clear, without the slightest trace of contamination.
It was as though he had cast aside all worries and words, becoming a flying bird or a gentle breeze drifting through the lofty autumn sky.
After savoring the aftertaste for a moment, Fang Yuan drank the second cup, Cloud Flow Sound.
This tea had a peculiar texture, soft and fluffy as though it was not tea at all, but cotton wadding. Yet it melted the instant it entered his mouth, turning into streams of slightly chilly water that flowed from his throat into his stomach, pouring all the way down without obstruction.