As their words faded, the fragrance of tea drifted through the air.
At last, Cui Hao held his teacup in complete satisfaction and savored it.
Sure enough, Third Senior Sister's tea was as pure as ever, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Cui Hao took a sip and praised it with a deeply appreciative tone:
"Tea brewed by Third Senior Sister herself rivals the Heavenly Derivation Sect's Spring Warmth. Once you've tasted it, even a thousand years later, the mere thought of it will make you instinctively yearn for it."
Zheng Zhaoling had meant to mock Cui Hao, but after actually drinking the warm tea in her hand, she found it genuinely difficult to argue.
What she tasted in this tea was a unique charm, one impossible to reproduce.
A charm that soothed the soul and swept away agitation and unease.
Chen Baiqing brewed a pot of tea, then put away the tea utensils and stood up.
"There are no outsiders here now, so I needn't stand on ceremony. I'll go look around on my own. Consider it a little outing to clear my head. Don't mind me."
Zheng Zhaoling paused at her words and instinctively looked up at Chen Baiqing.
She had thought that since Chen Baiqing had called her here, there would at least be some arrangements or news. She had not expected her to brew a pot of tea, acknowledge her as one of their own, then leave in the blink of an eye.
Chen Baiqing rose and lightly smoothed her long sleeves, then got up and walked out on her own.
Lin Luoyu remained calm and did not follow. Presumably, she was already accustomed to this behavior from Chen Baiqing.
Zheng Zhaoling turned her gaze toward Cui Hao, only to find him sipping his tea with a satisfied