Chen Shi closed his eyes, circulating his immortal essence to refine the cup of tea within him.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and muttered, "So it was just an ordinary cup of tea."
He had initially thought the cup of tea left behind by Master must harbor profound mysteries, and drinking it would inevitably boost his cultivation greatly or grant him a complete rebirth, yet after drinking it and running a circulation, he realized he had overthought things.
Chen Shi observed his surroundings. Sitting here felt like sitting inside a well; looking up to view the heaven, the sky was merely the size of a well mouth, surrounded by emerald-green mountain peaks covered in vegetation. This place remained uncorrupted by the external dao, and the air was fresh, far surpassing the outside.
Golden Ao Island and Western Penglai were everywhere pervaded by unpleasant external dao auras, unbearable for ordinary people and cultivators alike, and this place was hardly a habitable dwelling for immortals either.
Master can purge the external dao! The method he uses is not my dao-integration method. Chen Shi thought to himself.
On the tea table, the writing brush looked as though it had just been washed and hung on the brush rack, a droplet of water still resting on the tip, yet to fall.
The ink stains in the Brush Washing Pool were slowly blooming outward, and the tea in the kettle remained warm.
Before him lay yet another scroll of calligraphy, held down by a paperweight, the ink on the paper still damp.
Master seemed to have been sitting here just the prior moment. He had painted a piece of calligraphy and painting, washed his brushes and inkstone, and boiled a pot of tea while waiting for the ink to dry, only for an