Purple Dawn Tea grew on Changxing Mountain, with a great lake to its east and mountains at its northwest. Peaks rose layer upon layer, clouds and mist wreathed the slopes, the soil was deep and fertile, and the ecology was superb. Its tea "rushed into one's nostrils, left cheeks and teeth fragrant, and could not be forgotten even after a long time."
Yet there were truly only three Purple Dawn Tea trees. They received the purple qi of the morning dawn each day, and each tree produced only two jin of tea. The entire tribute tea amounted to no more than five jin. That some could be bestowed upon Princess Xinping showed just how favored she was; naturally, she had reason to be proud.
Zhou Yao looked dazed. She had always been exceptionally clever and meticulous, yet at this moment, she had no mind to ponder Princess Xinping's expression or intentions.
She could sense that the mysterious voice that had always been in contact with her seemed to have changed. The change was so obvious that she could even feel its trembling, as well as its connection.
What exactly was the origin of that Dao volume, to cause such a tremendous change?
Could it be that Duke of Dai had sent her to pay respects to the Princess precisely so that she could learn the cultivation method recorded in this volume?
"Purple Dawn Tea is famed far and wide, but hearing of it could never compare to tasting it. It truly lingers in one's memory for a long time." Zhou Yao smiled gently, refusing to look at Princess Xinping's triumphant expression as she tried asking inwardly, Are you there? Are you there?
After an unknown amount of time, the mysterious voice finally let out a long sigh.
"So that was