The man in black focused on brewing the tea.
Yet I felt somewhat uneasy, constantly glancing at my watch. Old Ghost had been gone for nearly ten minutes.
Originally, I had thought this tiny, rundown temple could be searched from end to end in ten minutes. But the black-robed man's words had stirred doubts in my heart again. Could this temple really contain a world of its own?
Calling it a world might have been an exaggeration, but it could very well have been a uniquely existing space.
"Try some tea grown on our mountain."
"This mountain can produce tea?" His words overturned my understanding. Didn't tea need ample sunlight and rain to grow? How could this underground city produce tea leaves? I had previously heard that all the tea in the Underground World was purchased from outside.
I picked up the teacup and caught the faint fragrance wafting from it. The scent was unusual, though I couldn't quite describe it. It was especially pleasant—elegant and fresh, as if merely smelling it could make one feel refreshed and at peace.
"Why aren't you drinking?" The man in black took a sip himself before looking at me and asking.
I said nothing and gently took a sip. The sensation was strange. My previous exhaustion vanished completely, replaced by a feeling as though my entire body had been filled with strength.
"Lu Yu drank this tea back then as well, and he gave it a name."
"Oh?" Of course I knew Lu Yu, the ancient Tea Sage.
"He said this tea could remake a person, making them seem reborn. So he named it Spirit-Crossing."
Spirit-Crossing Tea? The name did carry a hint of eerie color, but upon consideration, it did seem fitting. I took another sip and suddenly felt images I had