Outside the courtyard.
As he looked at the courtyard, which was already a High Grade Spirit Weapon,
Su Zhan actually felt much calmer.
Apart from inwardly grumbling, Filthy rich bastard, he had nothing else to say.
Compared with a city that was a Six-Seal Dao Artifact,
a courtyard that was a High Grade Spirit Weapon was still acceptable.
But when he walked inside and saw Qin Shujian sitting there brewing tea, he cursed inwardly again.
Spirit Weapons.
Every last thing was a Spirit Weapon.
Even the damned teacups were Spirit Weapons.
True,
a Forging Master could afford to indulge himself a little, but even indulgence had its limits.
Refining Spirit Weapons still consumed precious materials.
Wastefulness on this scale
also left Su Zhan with no choice but to grumble.
Fang Yilan, standing beside him, was much calmer.
Qin Shujian smiled faintly. "I failed to come out and welcome you, Grand Councilors. Please forgive my lack of hospitality."
As he spoke,
he brewed each of them a cup of Spirit Tea, then gestured invitingly. "Please, both of you!"
"Thank you!"
Su Zhan and Fang Yilan exchanged glances, then took their seats.
No sooner had she sat down
than Fang Yilan's expression shifted slightly. Looking at the Spirit Tea before her, she could not resist taking a sip, then asked in mild surprise, "Where did this Spirit Tea come from? Its grade is remarkably high."
It was not as though she had never drunk high-grade Spirit Tea before.
Even the Directorate of Celestial Observations had eighth-grade Spirit Tea.
Yet the tea there was a full tier below what was served here.
Meanwhile,
Su Zhan could not resist drinking a cup either. Spiritual energy immediately burst through his body, gently nourishing it and restoring everything he had expended during the past month of