Young Master Fang sipped his finest Bolang Snow Tea at his leisure and suddenly thought, Tea bought with someone else's money really does taste better! He, too, had ascended from the Lower Realm. Most cultivators who ascended these days had picked up some of its habits. Advertisements for bottled tea drinks lined every street, while fewer and fewer people could sit down, quiet their minds, and brew a pot of tea. Dongfang Chen knew nothing about the tea ceremony. His pretense of being a "young master" who could not live without tea would have fallen apart at the slightest poke.
At the Zhu Family Tea House, he truly had not tasted anything remarkable about Bolang Snow Tea. But after Renqiang snatched it back, Dongfang Chen found that it was rather good after all. Its fragrance lingered in his mouth, its coolness soothed his throat, and even his lungs seemed to open up.
"Good stuff. What a shame we'll have to pay for it from now on." Dongfang Chen thought it over. "Old Luo, how about we take Bolang Mountain too?" Luo Qian shook his head. "Leave people a way out, and you can face them again someday. Forget it. Don't push them too far." Dongfang Chen hurriedly raised his cup. "Then drink a few more mouthfuls. Once this batch is gone, we'll have to pay out of our own pockets. Three thousand High-Grade Immortal Jade for one liang? Good heavens..."
When the appointed time came, Dongfang Chen brought his men to the Zhu Family Tea House. The outcome was easy to imagine. Young Master Dongfang, with his "formidable connections," caused an uproar, and everyone on the street heard that the Zhu Family Tea House "swindled its customers and had no credibility." The order was enormous, and the customary compensation of