Although Shen Changchuan found it strange,
he knew there was no point guessing here.
Meeting once didn't seem like it would hurt.
In the space of a few breaths,
Shen Changchuan had already made up his mind.
The next day,
The sun shone bright.
In a quiet courtyard,
Shen Changchuan sat before a stone table.
Across from him sat a refined-looking young man dressed in blue.
The refined young man held a pair of tweezers, using them to carefully rinse the tea set with boiling water.
Wisps of steam curled around them, cascading like a veil of gauze.
A faint, fragrant aroma of tea
drifted through the air.
What a poser.
Shen Changchuan kept his expression neutral.
"May I ask why you wished to meet with me?"
He dispensed with the pleasantries and asked directly.
"Brother Shen, there's no need to rush. How about a cup of tea first?"
The refined young man poured Shen Changchuan a cup of tea, unhurriedly.
The tea's aroma seemed almost tangible, wafting everywhere.
Shen Changchuan felt a little puzzled,
but he still picked up the cup and took a small sip.
In an instant,
as the tea's fragrance spread across his tongue, Shen Changchuan felt his mind clear.
His power, which had surged after he took the Green Origin Spirit-Cleansing Pill and had become somewhat difficult to control, seemed to be smoothed out by some force. That restlessness faded, and his power grew docile.
Shen Changchuan's eyes lit up.
He didn't waste any, and downed the entire cup.
A few breaths later,
the faint fragrance of tea still lingered in Shen Changchuan's mouth,
and he felt his mind grow tranquil and his eyes clear.
At that moment, his heart was like a still lake, without a ripple.
What a fine thing!
Shen Changchuan's eyes