Clear and Brightness wine, Grain Rain tea.
When there was nothing to do, sitting in a teahouse with a pot of coarse tea, chatting about old times with old friends, temporarily forgetting the toil of running about and enjoying the afternoon—it was blissful. Life had to leave a little spare time for sitting on a bench and staring into space.
Other Immortals, Demons, and Monsters often sat withered in their caves for a hundred years.
But for a certain white dragon, what was seclusion?
Old Hui Xian drank a bowl of tea, seemingly having forgotten the resplendent imperial majesty of the white dragon before him. The old man was rather serene; perhaps the moment he picked it up, he had already set it down. Without picking it up, how could one speak of setting it down?
"Benefactor Bai, this poor monk wishes to go to the seaside to seek alms. Might I ask which way I should go?"
Bai Yujun, who was pouring tea, froze.
The tea overflowed...
She noticed that her fingers were especially hot.
She stuffed them into her mouth to cool them down. Mere boiling water could not scald dragon claws.
The tea shop owner and several rough, burly men were dumbfounded, swallowing hard. The passing escorts and Wandering Swordsmen miraculously obeyed the law and did not come forward to tease her. The little town's public security far surpassed that of the capital.
"Old Hui Xian, you... what is the farthest place you've ever been?"
"The farthest place?"
The certain white dragon nodded.
Hui Xian stroked his beard and pondered carefully for a long while.
"Eighty years ago, Benefactor Monkey and the rest of us traveled eastward for half a year and reached another country. Later, because of war, we had no choice but to return to