Gurgle, gurgle.
Lu Qing waved his hand and withdrew the spell. Water mist rose upward as several tea leaves drifted into the teapot. With the water boiling and the tea steeping, threads of fragrance immediately spilled forth, the scent of tea filling the mountain cliff.
Pale green tea leaves bobbed up and down in the boiling water within the plain white teacup.
White Crane Boy, seated opposite him, took a deep breath. "That's the scent."
As it spoke, the feathers all over its body seemed to relax completely.
"It smells wonderful."
"But it's a little too hot. I'll cool it down."
As White Crane Boy spoke, Spiritual Power circulated at the tips of its wings. Though it made its living carrying passengers every day, it still possessed Foundation Establishment strength.
As for which level of Foundation Establishment it had reached, only White Crane Boy itself knew.
The boy wielded its wings with ease, using Spiritual Power as a guide to fetch a chunk of ice directly from the snow-covered peak next door.
The crystal-clear block of ice was instantly carved by White Crane Boy's Spiritual Power into the shape of a cup sleeve, then fitted around the outside of the teacup.
The temperature immediately dropped by several degrees.
Watching White Crane Boy's series of smooth, flowing maneuvers, Lu Qing had to admit that when it came to cooling tea with ice, White Crane Boy truly knew how to enjoy itself.
He glanced at his own tea, but did not rush to drink it, instead waiting for it to cool.
At the same time, he made conversation with White Crane Boy.
"Lu Qing, you have no idea. Now that I think about it, it was right that you didn't come back then."
White Crane Boy grew animated. After taking a sip