Half a day later.
The cold-faced man went to an immortal city and found a window seat on the top floor of a mountain teahouse.
"Senior, do you have a particular fragrant tea in mind?" A strangely featured Dao Integration Stage proprietor personally approached him, his manner exceedingly respectful.
"A Yuan Clan cultivator?"
"Yes."
The proprietor respectfully replied, quite adept at reading the room. "This junior moved his entire family here three thousand years ago and opened this little spirit tea shop."
The cold-faced man's eyes shifted slightly as he surveyed the quaint, antique teahouse. Calmly, he said, "It is already quite good. Hardly a little shop. Bring me a pot of Cloudveil Sprout."
Cloudveil Sprout?!
The proprietor's expression flickered with surprise. This tea was rather old... it was considered an obsolete variety, and not particularly precious.
"Please wait a moment, Senior."
"Mm."
The cold-faced man gradually turned his gaze toward the vast firmament beyond the window and the newly born mountains and rivers below.
The teahouse was exceptionally lively, everyone discussing the newly born land. There were countless cultivators of every race mingling and making acquaintances.
This Yuan Clan proprietor had chosen an excellent location. In the future, he certainly would not need to worry about cultivation resources.
Inside the teahouse's grotto-heaven.
The proprietor's expression turned solemn as he ordered, "Hurry to the Star Pivot and procure stock. Purchase Cloudveil Sprout at a high price—the older the better!"
"Patriarch, this..." The surrounding cultivators were taken aback, but did not dare delay. "Yes!"
"Husband, that person?" A woman approached from the side. She too was a Yuan Clan Dao Integration Stage cultivator, and her expression was composed. "He appears to be an important figure?"
"Indeed."
The proprietor nodded, his gaze grave. "His depths are unfathomable. He may be even more