The fragrance of the Hundred Fragrance Tea reached its peak the moment one drew close.
If one closed their eyes and savored it carefully, it felt as though a garden in full bloom was slowly unfolding before them.
The mood it evoked was exceptionally wondrous.
Ye Jingcheng did not stand on ceremony. After taking in the aroma for a moment, he accepted the spirit tea and took a careful sip.
With that single sip, Ye Jingcheng felt the Water Attribute true essence within him suddenly churn, even causing his cultivation technique to begin circulating on its own.
"Qian Chen Daoyou, you shouldn't drink so much of this Hundred Fragrance Tea in one gulp, should you?" Prefect Wang seemed to have forgotten and hastily reminded him.
Yet Ye Jingcheng had already drained it in one swallow.
After all, the teacup was only the size of a thumb.
"Prefect Wang, this spirit tea is Fourth Order High-Grade spirit tea, isn't it?" Ye Jingcheng could not help asking.
"This old man only acquired it recently," Prefect Wang said, clearly acknowledging the tea's grade.
After saying that, he took Ye Jingcheng's cup and refilled it. The two then sat down in the Grand Preceptor's Chairs before the hall, facing each other across the Eight Immortals Table.
As they sipped their spirit tea, it truly gave them the feeling of old friends separated by generations, meeting too late.
Of course, in truth, neither of them wished to speak first, so they could only make an effort over the tea.
Prefect Wang had thought that a young genius like Ye Jingcheng would be inexperienced in worldly affairs, but Ye Jingcheng turned out to be precisely the opposite of what he had expected.
Ye Jingcheng was far too shrewd—so shrewd that Prefect Wang even felt as if