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Lord Rongyang was the only one in the private room. When Wang Ping entered, he warmly set water to boil and brewed tea.

The common people and cultivators of Shangning Road both enjoyed drinking tea from large bowls. The tea leaves were first boiled in water until it turned golden-yellow. Those with poorer means added a little salt, while those better off could add pre-ground spice powder.

"There are hundreds of salt mines, large and small, in the high mountains of the Snow Region. Some of them even contain spiritual energy. Would Fellow Daoist like to try some?" Lord Rongyang held a crystal vial containing a small pinch of salt. That tiny pinch gave off a faint seven-colored radiance.

"No need!"

Wang Ping shook his head in refusal. He hated salt or spices added to tea the most. Yulian, however, was very interested. "I'll try it."

Lord Rongyang smiled and raised the crystal vial, pouring a little into the tea bowl before Yulian. Brilliant little rainbows immediately surfaced across the golden tea.

Yulian's Vertical Pupils studied it curiously for a long while. Then she wrapped her tail around the tea bowl and swallowed the hot tea in one gulp.

"It just has an extra salty taste. Nothing else feels particularly special."

Tilting her head, she gave Lord Rongyang her assessment. Perhaps she had imagined that drinking such tea would produce a little spiritual energy within her body.

Lord Rongyang burst into laughter. He also poured some salt into his own tea bowl, then lifted it and, like Yulian, drained the entire bowl in one go. As he set it down, he said, "Taste is a matter of personal preference. Before plain tea became widespread in the south, everyone in the world drank tea this way. Now, only the northwest still