Within a camp some distance behind the front lines, only two Nascent Soul Cultivators sat facing each other.
One wore black robes, his features handsome and distinguished, his bearing composed.
The other wore flowing white robes and had a white beard, white hair, and white eyebrows, giving him the unmistakable air of an immortal sage.
Yet his expression had changed drastically, revealing his shock, as though what he had just heard had not been calmly spoken words, but thunder from the nine heavens exploding beside his ears.
"Indeed."
Lin Changheng lifted the fourth-tier low-grade spirit tea that True Lord Qingwei had recently acquired at the front and took a sip.
The tea carried a faint fishy scent, yet was wonderfully refreshing, with an even sweeter aftertaste. Called [Sea-Ink Flower Tea], it could only grow in the peculiar conditions of the deep sea-a rather remarkable plant.
But that was merely its flavor. In fact, it also contained abundant spiritual energy and could cleanse hidden injuries and blockages in the meridians, bringing subtle, gradual benefits.
Beside Lin Changheng's right hand stood a jade jar filled to the brim with this tea, naturally a gift from True Lord Qingwei.
Having obtained something good, he had not forgotten his friend Lin Changheng and had set aside a portion for him.
"Truly excellent tea."
As the tea entered his stomach, Lin Changheng praised it again, though inwardly he thought its only shortcoming was how difficult the plant was to transplant. Its growing conditions were almost unreasonably demanding. Otherwise, he could obtain a section of its core root containing its origin and move it into the [Heaven-in-a-Pot Treasure
Land], forcing its ripening and growth every day. Why would he ever worry about not having enough tea to drink?
True Lord Qingwei remained in a daze. For