Su Yang's lips curved slightly as he said calmly, "You flatter me, fellow Daoist. Looking across all the realms of the universe, when has anything that entered our Sacred Eyes ever been ordinary? This tea is merely something to accompany idle contemplation, yet it happens to embody the natural charm of the Grand Clarity Lineage's 'Guard Stillness and Sincerity, Reach the Utmost Void.'"
Everyone knew that the Grand Pure Heavenly Lord of Virtue had always been indifferent and free of contention. Ever since proving himself a Saint, he had sat daily within Eight Views Palace, either refining the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, studying the profound principles of the Daoist school, or quietly sitting and savoring tea. Wisps of smoke curled around the alchemy furnace, meditation cushions rested silently as they bore the heart of the Dao, a horsetail whisk hung down and reflected a clear shadow, an incense table stood solemnly beneath Heaven's Will, and tea implements were arranged to accompany him from dawn to dusk.
A single Palace Lamp, plain and unadorned; bare walls, devoid of gaudy decoration—everywhere stood silent footnotes to the Great Dao's ultimate simplicity. Pure tranquility and non-action, unmoving as a mountain: sitting steadily within Eight Views Palace was the Grand Pure Saint's most authentic daily life.
Zhunti had always regarded the Three Pure Ones with awe. Now that Su Yang had mentioned the Supreme Purity, he could not fathom the meaning for a time and did not dare respond lightly. He merely lowered his eyes and said, "Supreme Purity fellow Daoist has a clear heart and few desires, accompanied day and night by Alchemy Fire, Daoist resonance, mountains, and rivers. Whenever I think of it, I truly yearn for such a life. If the Western Teachings did not still lack a disciple capable of shouldering the