In the rear courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple, beside a bluestone table outside the Ginseng Fruit orchard, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun sat facing each other.
Zhen Yuanzi wore a Purple Gold Crown and a Carefree Crane Cloak, three strands of long beard hanging to his chest. His ancient features carried a touch of majesty, and a heavy Dao Rhyme that matched the pulse of the earth flowed around him, displaying the bearing of the Ancestor of Earth Immortals. Hong Yun, meanwhile, wore a crimson Daoist robe. His face was kind, and his brows held a rare openness and carefree ease for the Primordial World. Yet upon closer inspection, one could find a faint, nearly imperceptible worry hidden deep in his eyes.
A set of tea ware carved from Innate White Jade sat upon the stone table. Steam curled from the cups of immortal tea, giving off a refreshing fragrance. This was Cloud Mist Immortal Tea brewed by Zhen Yuanzi, its leaves picked from an innate spirit tea tree within the temple. It sprouted once every three thousand years and was harvested once every three thousand years. It could calm the mind, focus the spirit, nourish the primordial spirit, and aid one in comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth.
"Brother Dao, your Wuzhuang Temple has become increasingly impressive," Hong Yun said with heartfelt admiration after taking a sip of the immortal tea. A cool current pierced straight into his primordial spirit, instantly dispersing the traces of irritation accumulated through cultivation. "The quality of this Cloud Mist Immortal Tea has improved greatly since last time. It seems your Dao of Wutu has grown ever more profound."
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of pride in his gaze. "You flatter me, Fellow Daoist. I merely rely on the nourishment