Wu Feng picked up the Purple Mountain Tea True Person Ziyang had brought and took a sip. Its fragrance spread through his throat, fresh and delicious.
This old bull-nosed Daoist certainly knew how to enjoy himself. With cultivation approaching the Quasi-Saint realm, even his tea was nearly High-grade Spiritual Tea. Though the temple looked somewhat shabby, he was probably one of the Three Teachings disciples who had established his own sect and made a decent living during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.
Most of the Three Teachings disciples had ended up on the List of Deities during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, then watched from the Heavenly Court. Although they received stipends from the Heavenly Court and their recent treatment had been improving, they were ultimately still bound by the List of Deities and had lost their freedom.
Speaking of which, Guanyin had also once been a disciple of the Three Teachings, and moreover, she had been True Person Cihang, one of the famous Twelve Golden Immortals under the Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
The Grand Unity Golden Immortals who had survived from the Investiture of the Gods era were far beyond those of the current Journey to the West era.
Without several excellent Spiritual Treasures and a few impressive abilities, how could anyone have ranked among the Twelve Golden Immortals under the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, who valued one's origins so highly?
Because of the mutual struggle between the Interception Sect and the Expounding Sect, Buddhism had reaped quite a few benefits.
Wu Feng then turned his gaze toward Guanyin. A sudden idea came to him, and he pointed at the Mirror of Contemplation as he said to her, "Guanyin, it's rare that we've been able to taste such good tea. Since we have nothing better to do, why don't