A few days later.
At the Huanyue Sect, on Wangyue Mountain.
Yang Zhengshan welcomed a guest he had expected: Elder Yueming.
Yang Minghao had long since mentioned to him that Yueming would be coming to pay him a visit, so he had been waiting these past few days for Elder Yueming to come to his door.
In the little courtyard, beneath a luxuriant willow tree, Yang Zhengshan personally set his hands to boiling water and brewing tea.
"Elder Yueming, please!" Yang Zhengshan poured a cup of tea for Yueming and said with a smile.
"Hehe, then this Old Man won't stand on ceremony!" Yueming picked up the tea and savored it carefully.
"Mm, this tea?"
As the tea slid down his throat, he was slightly startled.
"This is Jingyu Spring. It has the effect of calming the qi and concentrating the spirit, can soothe one's state of mind, and nourish the divine soul!" Yang Zhengshan said with breezy nonchalance.
Jingyu Spring came from the Spirit Source Land. It was a wild tea tree in the Spirit Source Land, and no one knew where the seed of this tea tree had come from.
Last year, a spirit farmer from the Spirit Plant Office had accidentally discovered this tea tree. Feeling that there was something special about it, he had tried roasting some of its leaves, and then discovered that this tea tree could actually calm the qi and concentrate the spirit.
After that, this tea tree entered the Spirit Plant Office's field of vision. The Spirit Plant Office arranged for several experienced spirit farmers to take special care of this tea tree, and they also planned to cultivate more of them.
At the beginning of this year, Yang Mingcheng had specially brought Yang Zhengshan some newly roasted tea to taste. After