"You brat sure is eager."
Xuan Qiong laughed as he scolded him, but his gaze upon Qin Fang grew ever more kindly. Then he said, "Come with me."
His martial uncle tore through the air and departed.
Qin Fang gave his master a slight bow. "Master, I'll come see you later."
His master smiled and nodded without saying anything further.
Qin Fang broke through the air and caught up to Xuan Qiong.
Before long, they arrived at a solitary peak, naturally his martial uncle's secluded cultivation grounds.
At the summit stood a tea table nearly identical to the one at his master's place. His martial uncle had not been here for at least a year, yet not a speck of dust could be seen upon it—only the glow of an array lingering around it.
His martial uncle walked over and waved a hand. The array's light dispersed, and he called to Qin Fang, "Sit."
Qin Fang acknowledged him and sat down.
His martial uncle began brewing tea at an unhurried pace. Qin Fang was not in any rush either and curiously admired the scenery around him.
Layer upon layer of mountains rose in the distance, the wind was clear and clouds drifted freely, while immortal cranes could vaguely be seen soaring and dancing through the sky—this truly was a place of breathtaking beauty.
Once the tea was ready, his martial uncle poured Qin Fang a cup. Qin Fang hurriedly rose and accepted it with both hands, thanking him.
Seeing Qin Fang's manner, his martial uncle smiled even more gently. "Try this tea. See whether mine or your master's is better."
Qin Fang accepted it with a smile and took a small sip. It was richly fragrant and refreshing, with a lingering sweetness afterward. He savored it for a moment before