The Youxiong Tribe stood with a massive immortal mountain at its back, shaped like a giant bear. They called it Youxiong Mountain.
Chu Yingluo and Li Qingshan were arranged to stay in the Purple Bamboo Grove halfway up Youxiong Mountain.
It was a tranquil courtyard. Though not large, it was kept exceptionally clean and tidy. Several stone houses stood in a pleasing arrangement, while a stone table and a few stone stools sat in the yard.
Before the courtyard stretched a vast Purple Bamboo Grove. Purple bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, producing a pleasant sound, as though softly chanting and singing.
Standing before the courtyard, one could overlook the entire Youxiong Tribe. In the distance, seas of clouds billowed, immortal cranes gathered and soared, and the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.
Li Qingshan and Chu Yingluo sat comfortably before the courtyard as Li Qingshan brewed tea for them.
The tea leaves had been sent by the old priest. They were a specialty of the Youxiong Tribe, called Cloud Mist Immortal Tea, harvested from an ancient tea tree on the back mountain.
It was said that the old tea tree had grown for hundreds of thousands of years, absorbing the immortal spiritual qi of heaven and earth as well as the power of Great Dao laws. The tea it produced contained immensely profound Great Dao power.
Li Qingshan placed the tea leaves into the pot and poured in hot water. A faint fragrance of tea immediately spread through the air.
The fragrance was serene and lingering. Breathing it in refreshed the heart and delighted the spirit, as if one had been transported into a boundless sea of clouds.
He poured Chu Yingluo a cup, then poured one for himself. Raising it to his lips, he took a light sip.
The instant