After Xiao Nannan came over and sat beside Ye Fan, he no longer felt those strange looks around him. He took a sip of tea and, to his surprise, it tasted rather good.
The great age of mortal life, the glitter and clamor of the human world—all of it was contained in this tea.
As Ye Fan drank, he seemed to see his parents sighing late at night over his future, his mother even shedding tears.
He seemed to see the moments when he had shone brilliantly at every stage of school, dazzling everyone around him.
He also saw Uncle Meng drinking tea with him and boasting wildly about how many friends he had. One was an Essence-Sucking Old Man; another had a body full of green muscles and reeked of leeks.
Then there was one who was dirt-poor, had prostate trouble, and liked playing the turncoat. And there was that class enemy who already had two or three wives at fifteen or sixteen and would probably have a double-digit number of Dao Companions in the future.
At last, Ye Fan came back to himself. Seeing the same wistful look on Lu Mingfei's face, he knew this tea truly was marvelous!
"Too bad Uncle Meng isn't here. He's missing out," Ye Fan murmured.
"Big brother, who's Uncle Meng?" Xiao Nannan asked curiously.
"He's family. He loves tea so much he's drunk it for decades without ever tiring of it," Ye Fan explained with a smile. "I once suspected Uncle Meng was made of tea."
"When he's old and can't open his mouth anymore, I bet he'll have tea fed into his veins through an IV."
Bang! Someone suddenly slapped the table.
Ye Fan jumped. He looked up and saw it was the young man sitting across from him.
"Brilliant!"
Lu