After a fierce battle, the mountains and land within a hundred-mile radius had all been affected to varying degrees.
Yet the great river stretching tens of thousands of miles still surged like ten thousand galloping horses, its momentum unchanged.
The waterfalls formed by the terrain's rises and falls still remained, while clouds and mist rapidly gathered overhead.
Downstream from the waterfall, a tributary branched off, forming a clear spring that flowed through the mountain forest.
Beside that clear tributary stood a small, picturesque mountain peak, upon which sat a pavilion with a stone table and stone stools. Two figures were seated facing one another inside.
They were none other than Su Shi'er and Shen Luoyan.
Shen Luoyan lightly danced her hands, and with a flick of her fingers, brewed a steaming pot of tea.
The fragrance of tea spread in all directions, like clouds and mist winding about, permeating the pavilion and its surroundings.
The faint aroma seeped into Su Shi'er's lungs and organs, leaving him refreshed and at ease. Even the Sea of Consciousness within his Numinous Palace trembled.
The little divine consciousness remaining within it actually recovered somewhat because of this.
Su Shi'er's brows rose slightly in surprise, and his gaze immediately fell upon the teacup before him.
The tea within the cup was bright amber-yellow, without the slightest impurity.
Drawing in a deep breath, he felt as though he had swallowed and refined several Spirit Nourishing Pills at once.
"Mm? This tea... its nourishing effect on divine consciousness is actually this remarkable? The tea's fragrance alone already surpasses the effects of swallowing and refining Spirit Nourishing Pills?"
"Could this... be the Oolong Cloud Mist Tea Witty Scholar spoke of? No wonder that fellow had been so obsessed with it."
"If this tea could be consumed over a