Wang Ping was somewhat surprised by Kai Yun's pragmatic remarks, because most Buddhist cultivators of Vajra Temple always gave people the feeling that they lived in a dream.
Just as Yulian tilted her head and was about to continue the subject, Wang Ping pushed a cup of tea before her. Sensing Wang Ping's intention, she said nothing further.
"Have some tea. This is this year's new tea."
Wang Ping made an inviting gesture, then lifted his own teacup first and inhaled the refreshing fragrance.
Kai Yun did not continue with his pragmatic remarks either. He lifted the exquisite teacup, took a sip, and said, "Truly fine tea. Only a prosperous place like the south of Central Province could produce such excellent tea. Zhongshan Kingdom has poor land; even grain can barely fill one's stomach, let alone tea leaves."
Wang Ping raised his eyes and glanced at Kai Yun, who was seriously savoring the tea. He had just called him pragmatic, yet now he was speaking such flowery nonsense. He must have grown accustomed to talking that way.
Hearing this, Yulian immediately set down her teacup and said without the slightest politeness, "Zhongshan Kingdom's barren lands may be because you excessively use Gold Spirit to make gold."
Just as Kai Yun was about to respond, Wang Ping also set down his teacup and said, "Fellow Daoist, you did not come all this way merely to cry poverty, did you?"
"Of course not. Besides, though Vajra Temple is barren, it is not poor enough to be described as 'impoverished.'" Kai Yun answered solemnly, then got to the serious matter. "The reason for this meeting has already been made very clear in the calling card I sent you. It concerns First Day's movements in the north."
Wang Ping shook his head somewhat regretfully