At the port of Mysterious Yellow City, aboard a flying ship.
At this moment, Xia Ping appeared aboard the ship and arrived in its reception hall, where the green-robed elder, Saint Zhiyou, had long been waiting for him.
A tea table stood in the hall, upon it a teapot exuding waves of fragrance. The tea seemed to be among the finest in the world, like a sacred medicinal herb known as Bodhi Tea.
Legend had it that after this tea was steeped, even a Saint who drank it would greatly improve their comprehension, making it twice as effective with half the effort to grasp the universe's origin laws.
Even a tael or two of such tea was worth a fortune beyond measure. It was exceedingly difficult for even Saints to obtain; the tea was simply too precious, and money alone might not be enough to buy it.
Yet Saint Zhiyou used it as ordinary tea to entertain guests. One could well imagine just how deep his pockets were—he was certainly no ordinary figure.
"Little friend, may I ask your name? It seems we have never met before. Could it be that you have only just arrived on the Mysterious Yellow Continent?"
Saint Zhiyou asked curiously.
"My name is Fengdu."
Xia Ping gave his name and said, "You're right. I've only just arrived on the Mysterious Yellow Continent. I heard that this continent contains countless treasures and is an excellent place for cultivation, so I came to take a look."
"Fengdu? That name sounds rather familiar, as though I've heard it somewhere before. But that does not matter. Since you have come to the Mysterious Yellow Continent, we are all one family."
Saint Zhiyou stroked his grizzled beard and smiled faintly, looking most kind and amiable. "Still, to possess such strength