Heavenly Flame Venerable rolled his eyes at my teasing. "This place was already like this when I first came in—nothing before it, nothing behind it. It wasn't convenient for me to go outside, so I could only make do."
"Heavenly Flame Senior, weren't you carrying a Ring of Holding?"
I looked utterly bewildered. Heavenly Flame Venerable was equally bewildered, then I suddenly understood. Silently, I took out an exquisitely crafted set of white porcelain tea ware from my Ring of Holding, along with a tin of Spirit Tea that had already reached the grade of a spiritual medicine. With a stir of Dou Qi, I instantly boiled water and steeped the leaves, then poured Heavenly Flame Venerable a cup of Spirit Tea.
The rich fragrance of tea drifted through the shabby, humble Thatched Cottage. A gentle sniff filled one's lungs with spiritual energy and refreshed the heart and mind. The Heavenly Flame Saint next door was practically drooling with envy...
Silently, I cleared the coarse pottery tea set from the table. Heavenly Flame Venerable had probably dug up the clay and fired it himself. High cultivation did not mean one could do everything. He did not understand craftsmanship, and being able to fire such coarse pottery alone was already quite impressive. As for producing refined white porcelain like mine?
That would be impossible without at least ten years of dedicated study.
Heavenly Flame Venerable lifted his cup and tipped back the Spirit Tea in one gulp. It truly tasted better than his rough tea. Setting down the cup, he asked, "Didn't you come here last time, kid? Why have you run over again this time?"
"I did come last time, but something came up, so I left early..."
I smiled awkwardly. "Heavenly Flame Senior, I came this time to invite