Seeing the earnest look on Chen Feng's face, Chen Changsheng smiled and waved him away.
After Chen Feng left, Chen Changsheng lowered his head to look at the bitter tea on the table.
Once upon a time, bitter tea had not been bitter; he had savored it as sweet nectar.
But now, the tea was still the same tea, yet it was bitter and hard to swallow.
What had truly changed had never been the tea, but his own heart.
At that thought, Chen Changsheng put away the tea tin and murmured, "Scholar, Scholar!"
"You've truly ruined this tin of tea for me. But perhaps that's for the best. The sweetness in life is always greater than the sweetness in tea."
The back kitchen.
Following the path to the back kitchen, Chen Feng saw a soot-covered Guan Ping the moment he stepped inside.
"Why are you here?" Chen Feng asked instinctively.
Guan Ping shot him a glance. "If you can come, why can't I?"
"Since you're here, don't just stand around. Help split firewood."
"I've been run ragged these past few days."
As she spoke, Guan Ping pointed at a huge pile of wood in the corner.
Looking at that pile, Chen Feng asked curiously, "Have you been staying at the Taoist Temple these past few days?"
"Yes!"
"After I returned to the sect, my master went straight into seclusion. I had nowhere else to go, so I could only come here."
"By the way, why did you come alone? Didn't your cousin come with you?"
As he carried the wood out into the courtyard, Chen Feng replied, "My cousin has already returned to the Pill Domain. Staying home was no fun, so I came here to look around."
"By the way, is Brother Chang Sheng the only one