"Thank you, fellow Daoist!"
He Pingsheng cupped his hands toward the red-robed Nascent Soul cultivator.
The red-robed cultivator laughed. "You're welcome... You must have hit a bottleneck too, fellow Daoist?"
"The eleventh layer?"
He looked at He Pingsheng curiously.
He Pingsheng nodded.
The red-robed cultivator said, "You're luckier than I am. I hit a bottleneck at the tenth layer... Ah... Even if I get that rootless grass in the Nine Hells Abyss, who knows how I'll break through the second bottleneck afterward..."
"Forget it, forget it..."
"Come... Let's wait over there!" The red-robed cultivator was quite easygoing.
He Pingsheng left with him.
Most of the cultivators at the entrance left as well.
Not far from the entrance to the Nine Hells Abyss stood a sprawling spirit tea house.
After leaving the entrance, the cultivators actually streamed straight into the spirit tea house and took their seats.
"Come, come... Sit, sit..."
The red-robed cultivator said, "Fellow Daoist, hehe... You certainly won't regret coming here for tea!"
"Have a taste of the owner's handiwork!"
He Pingsheng did not think much of it.
What could be so good about some spirit tea?
He and the red-robed cultivator picked a table at random and sat down.
By then, nearly every empty seat in the spirit tea house had been filled.
Before long, a servant in the Foundation Establishment Realm brought out spirit tea, giving each person a cup.
He collected payment for the tea as well.
The price was outrageously high: ten thousand spirit stones per person.
Although they were Low-Grade Spirit Stones, the price was still sky-high.
He Pingsheng figured that, at such a steep price, the spirit tea must have something special about it.
He raised his cup and sniffed.
There was nothing particularly distinctive about its scent.
He took a sip!