The fragrance of the Hundred Fragrance Tea reached its peak as he drew closer.
If he closed his eyes and savored it, it felt as though a garden blooming with a hundred flowers slowly unfolded before him.
That sensation was extraordinarily wondrous.
Ye Jingcheng did not stand on ceremony. After savoring the fragrance for a while, he accepted the spirit tea and took a careful sip.
With that single sip, he felt the water-attribute true essence inside him suddenly surge, and even his cultivation art began circulating of its own accord.
"Fellow Daoist Qianchen, you shouldn't drink so much Hundred Fragrance Tea in one gulp!" Prefecture Lord Wang seemed to have forgotten to warn him and hurriedly reminded him.
But Ye Jingcheng had already drained it in one gulp.
After all, the teacup was only the size of a thumb.
"Prefecture Lord Wang, this must be supreme-grade fourth-stage spirit tea!" Ye Jingcheng could not help asking.
"I only acquired it recently myself," Prefecture Lord Wang said, tacitly confirming its grade.
With that, he took Ye Jingcheng's cup and refilled it. The two sat down in the grand armchairs at the front of the hall, facing each other across a square table.
As they savored the spirit tea, they rather resembled friends of different generations who regretted not having met sooner.
Of course, in truth, neither wanted to speak first, so they could only devote their attention to the tea.
Prefecture Lord Wang had thought a young genius like Ye Jingcheng would be unfamiliar with the ways of the world, but the reality seemed to be precisely the opposite.
Ye Jingcheng was far too shrewd—so shrewd that he almost felt as though Xiao Wankun were sitting beside him.
That watertight manner left him feeling that he had nowhere to begin.
Still,