The eighth year after Ye Qingxuan contracted the Blessed Land!
Since Ye Qingxuan had stopped selling his medicinal pills through the Hundred Treasures Pavilion in recent years, Bai Wenyang finally could not hold back any longer and personally came to Qingxuan Blessed Land to ask Ye Qingxuan why.
At the stone pavilion by the entrance to Qingxuan Blessed Land.
After several years of Ye Qingxuan's painstaking arrangements, quite a few beautiful ornamental spirit plants had now grown around the stone pavilion.
Even the pavilion itself was entwined with sparse Spirit Plant Vines, emitting faint specks of starlight.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan and Bai Wenyang sat facing each other in the pavilion. With movements as smooth as flowing water, Ye Qingxuan brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup of tea for Bai Wenyang.
"Senior Brother Bai, please!"
Bai Wenyang lifted the tea Ye Qingxuan had poured for him. After savoring it carefully, his body and mind gradually relaxed as well.
No longer as anxious as when he had first arrived, Bai Wenyang quietly drank his tea and could not help praising it.
"Good tea!"
As Ye Qingxuan drank his tea, he leisurely admired the distant view outside the peak. The Ethereal Aura surrounding him had become increasingly pronounced in recent years, as though he were about to completely withdraw from the Mortal World.
Ye Qingxuan's state left Bai Wenyang momentarily stunned. After coming back to himself, Bai Wenyang smiled.
"Junior Brother, you truly have a fine temperament. After Becoming A Blessed Cultivator, you have become even more carefree. You are nothing like those other Blessed Cultivators, always so anxious."
Hearing Bai Wenyang's words, Ye Qingxuan took a sip of tea on his own and chuckled.
"Senior Brother Bai, you flatter me. I am merely making the best of