But he was not finished yet. Lin Tian shook his head again, turned his hand over, and produced several red apricots, setting them before the two of them. "Ah, how can we drink tea without something to eat? I don't have anything worthwhile here, just the Immortal Apricot, a mere one of the ten great spiritual roots. Let's have a few to freshen our palates. I hope you won't turn your nose up at them, Fellow Daoist Hongjun."
At this, Hongjun's eyelids twitched violently. The Immortal Apricot, one of the ten great spiritual roots, just to freshen their palates-and he was asking Hongjun not to turn his nose up at it? A sour feeling rose in Hongjun's heart, but something even more sour was still to come.
"Oh dear, these Immortal Apricots are so small, they won't fill us up! I don't have anything worthwhile here, just the Flat Peach, a mere one of the ten great spiritual roots. It should barely tide us over. I hope you won't turn your nose up at it, Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"
"Ah, Flat Peaches are too sweet. Eating nothing but those gets a little cloying. I don't have anything worthwhile here, just the Yellow Zhongli, a mere chief among the ten great spiritual roots. It'll give us a change of taste. I hope you won't turn your nose up at it, Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"
"Ah, all this tea and food has made it a little hot. I don't have anything worthwhile here, just the Banana Leaf Fan, a mere one of the ten great spiritual roots. We can use it to stir up a breeze. I hope you won't turn your nose up at it, Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"
Watching Lin Tian bring out one spiritual root after another, Hongjun felt his entire old