Of course, none of these matters had anything to do with He Pingsheng now.
He turned and looked toward the other side of the entrance road. "Let's go. This way!"
With Zhou Qingmei and Zi Qing in tow, He Pingsheng followed the main road straight ahead.
After walking for about half an incense stick's worth of time and turning a corner, they reached the Spirit Tea House where He Pingsheng had once drunk tea and listened to music.
"Let's go!"
The three entered the Spirit Tea House.
The Spirit Tea House was still bustling with voices.
"Three seniors, please sit over here. There's a table by the window!"
Seeing customers arrive whose cultivation was frighteningly high, the proprietor of the Spirit Tea House came over in person and led the three to a table by the window.
Quite a few people turned their gazes toward them.
After all, beside He Pingsheng were two vivid, alluring beauties.
"Proprietor!" He Pingsheng looked at him and said, "Bring me three cups of spirit tea!"
With that, he took out three high-grade spirit stones and placed them on the table.
Back then, a cup of spirit tea had cost ten thousand low-grade spirit stones.
Yet the proprietor was completely dumbfounded at the sight of the three high-grade spirit stones He Pingsheng had produced.
Not only the proprietor, but countless cultivators around them were dumbfounded as well.
"Th-this... this..." The proprietor was so frightened that he did not know what to say. Only after taking two deep breaths did he manage, "Senior, our spirit tea costs just one low-grade spirit stone a cup. There's no need for high-grade ones!"
"Oh?" He Pingsheng frowned. "That's not right... When I drank tea here back then, it really did cost ten thousand low-grade spirit stones a cup!"
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