"Cousin, your visit to my humble abode truly makes this little house shine with borrowed splendor!" Lin Chen led the way ahead, a smile on his face. Every gesture of his carried a spring-breeze warmth, leaving people with an indescribable sense of comfort.
"You're too polite, Cousin," Lin Tianhang replied with a smile.
Then, led by Lin Chen, the two entered the house and sat down at a table to talk.
"This tea is called Pure Spirit Tea. It is made from the fresh leaves of a Pure Spirit Tea tree that I transplanted at great cost. It can refresh the mind and offer a slight nourishment to the soul. I usually reserve it for honored guests, so I hope Cousin Tianhang won't find it lacking."
Without hesitation, Lin Chen brought out the spiritual tea left over from last time.
It couldn't be helped. Funds had been tight lately, and truly good things naturally had to be saved for his own use, so he could only keep using what was left from last time.
But it was okay. As long as he said nothing and praised its effects a little more lavishly, who would know?
"Cousin, you're far too generous!" Hearing this, Lin Tianhang could not help but sigh.
Lin Chen smiled faintly, drew Spirit Spring water through the air, and began making tea.
"By the way, why did you come this time, Cousin Tianhang? Where is Lin Tianhao?" Lin Chen casually asked as he steeped the tea.
"Cousin Tianhao is unwell, so I came in his place today," Lin Tianhang answered.
Unwell? A cultivator can be unwell? Don't tell me he got scared? Lin Chen's hand paused slightly.
Lin Chen had indeed guessed right. Ever since Lin Tianhao returned from Lin Chen's place, he had refused to come again