Willow God drank the Fortune Tea and fell silent for a long while, digesting the flashes of Ling-light that had surfaced in her mind.
"Good tea."
That was the only praise she offered.
That single cup had already given Willow God something to ponder.
Of course, that was also because Willow God had been reborn through nirvana and gained insights of her own. The Fortune Tea had merely served as a spark.
A tiny flame that set her accumulated insights ablaze.
Besides, any rare spiritual tea worked best the first time one drank it.
As for how a Willow Tree drank tea...
She just drank it.
"Drink too much of it, and you can't taste much anymore," Meng Chuan said calmly, appearing relaxed and unruffled throughout.
Inside, though, he was delighted.
Using a peerless Divine Weapon of the Fortune level as a teapot, and its offshoots as Teacups...
It really did enhance the tea tremendously!
Forging this Divine Weapon had not been a waste!
"Oh, right. Willow God, if you like it, I'll give you a few dozen pounds when the Emperor Tea Tree at my place matures."
"Once brewed, it offers a little help in comprehending the Emperor's Dao."
"No need to refuse, Willow God. A few dozen pounds of tea leaves aren't all that precious."
With that, Meng Chuan put away the tea set, rose, and headed for his stone house.
"Willow God, I have a few things to do. We'll chat another time."
He left Willow God with only the sight of his calm, composed back.
Willow God watched him go and felt utterly helpless. She really had turned into a fool.
She could hardly bear to stay in this village any longer!
The big one was like this, and the little one could be just as