Dao Discussion Pavilion.
On the second floor, inside a private room.
Cheng Buzheng sat upright in his chair and reached out with an empty grasp!
A tea menu lying on the table floated into Cheng Buzheng's hand.
Written in vertical rows on the menu were the names of various Spirit Teas, with their prices marked beside them.
Cheng Buzheng would never have known if he had not looked—but once he did, he finally understood what a sky-high price meant.
Even the cheapest pot of Spirit Tea required at least five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. The most expensive was a tea called Origin Spring Purple Peak Tea, priced at a staggering eight hundred Spirit Stones.
Those eight hundred Spirit Stones were not low-grade Spirit Stones, but mid-grade Spirit Stones—the equivalent of eighty thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.
No wonder the cultivators who came here were at least Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
Ordinary Qi Refining Realm cultivators did not possess such ample fortunes. Even if they did, they would be reluctant to pay such an enormous price for a pot of Spirit Tea at the Dao Discussion Pavilion.
After all.
Even the cheapest pot of Spirit Tea cost five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. No Qi Refining Cultivator would be willing to spend that, and even ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators might not be.
It was clear that without a certain amount of wealth, any cultivator who saw this tea menu—
Would likely turn around and walk right back out.
Although Cheng Buzheng inwardly cried out:
"Black-hearted—far too black-hearted!"
His expression remained calm and unruffled, as if he did not care in the slightest.
Then.
Cheng Buzheng set down the tea menu, lifted his head to look at the attendant standing respectfully at his side, and said flatly:
"Bring this venerable one a pot