"This spirit tea is excellent. Junior Sister, your skill is truly impressive."
After taking a sip, Fang Yu's eyes lit up slightly. The spirit tea really was good, not inferior in the slightest to the spirit tea Xin Ruyin prepared.
Preparing spirit tea was also one of the hundred arts of cultivation, though for most cultivators, it was merely a minor pursuit for cultivating one's character and soothing one's state of mind. It could not compare at all to the foremost great arts among the hundred arts—artifact refining, pill refining, formations, talisman crafting, puppet making, and beast taming—and few were truly proficient in it.
"You flatter me, Senior Brother. If you like it, I still have quite a bit here. I'll give some to you."
Hearing Fang Yu's praise, the smile on Nie Ying's lovely face grew even brighter and more radiant.
Before Fang Yu could say anything, the Murong brothers spoke first, their voices full of complaint.
"Senior Sister Nie Ying, you're so biased. When us brothers asked you for some, you wouldn't give us even a drop. Senior Brother only praised it once, and you're already offering it to him. That's completely unfair."
At those words, Nie Ying's pretty face flushed. She brushed back a loose strand of hair at her temple, tilted her head slightly, and rolled her eyes at the complaining Murong brothers before scolding them irritably.
"Last time, you drank an entire cup in one gulp. Giving it to you would just be wasting the spirit tea I painstakingly prepared. There isn't any for you, so don't even ask."
"Pfft!"
Seeing this, the Murong brothers curled their lips and said no more.
After all, Nie Ying was telling the truth.
Seeing this, Fang Yu could not help smiling. He looked again at Nie Ying's peach-blossom-like,