"Have some tea... have some tea..."
"Have some tea, young master!"
Old Diao rubbed his backside as he brewed tea for He Pingsheng and the others.
He Pingsheng stood on no ceremony. He sat straight down in the seat of honor, picked up his teacup, and took a gentle sip.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
That soul-deep trembling, which felt as though it would burst straight through the crown of his head, swept through his entire body again.
He could not help shuddering three times.
He truly could not help it.
The sensation was simply too wondrous.
Every time He Pingsheng drank this tea, he felt as though his soul had been washed clean.
It also felt as though some lingering affliction had been cast away.
It could wash away all his fatigue and leave him instantly clearheaded.
"Young master... you shuddered again?" Old Cao said. "Could it be poisonous?"
"No, no..." Old Diao's face immediately turned bitter. "If I poisoned the young master to death, who would give me all that divine gold every year? I'm not out of my mind..."
Li Canghai also looked uneasy. "Then why don't we feel anything when we drink it?"
Old Diao said, "That's the miraculous effect of Bitter Unevenness!"
"Although its quality is very low, only first grade, different people experience different effects when they drink it!"
"Look... the young master is different from you two!"
"Otherwise, why would you two be divine slaves?"
Old Diao's mouth never rested for a moment.
"Mm..." Li Canghai said. "That does make some sense!"
He Pingsheng took another sip of tea, and that sensation that struck straight at his soul spread through his entire body once more.
In fact, he had taken plenty of Bitter Unevenness from Old Diao before and had even enhanced it with the