"Shut up. A few pots of tea too shabby to grace the table, and you dare flaunt them? Others may find them extraordinary, but in my eyes, they are fit for nothing but rinsing one's mouth."
Ying Fei glared at the Golden Immortal cultivator and barked the rebuke.
She was no gentle soul. The moment she opened her mouth, she belittled the Spirit Tea that the Liyuan Sect had made famous throughout the Cultivation World for countless tens of thousands of years until it was worthless.
When Ying Fei's beautiful face grew angry, it made people feel ice-cold from head to toe. Everyone had already seen her make a move earlier, and now that she was glaring and shouting at him, the Golden Immortal immediately felt a chill run down his back.
But he was, after all, a cultivator of the Liyuan Sect, and he was currently within the Liyuan Sect. Naturally, he would not back down. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to his feet and said, "Stop spouting nonsense. Even the senior who rules Ji Yang Palace has tasted the Li Tea of my Liyuan Sect and praised it without end. Yet you dare say that Li Tea is too shabby to grace the table. You have gone too far in bullying us!"
The Golden Immortal's face alternated between green and red. Though he had shouted his challenge, there was an unmistakable tremor in his voice.
He truly feared that this beautiful female True Immortal would suddenly strike and slap him half to death. Though his life would certainly not be in danger, if that happened, he would lose all face.
Fortunately, although Ying Fei was staring him down, she knew where to draw the line and did not attack.
"Little Martial Uncle, can you formulate a Spirit