"Hahaha!" Xiao Hua rejoiced inwardly and immediately thought of Qian Diheng. That fellow was a pampered young master and would surely be particular about such things. If he had been placed together with Ziye, they might have found common ground back then. Xiao Hua himself was merely a common man—how could he have such notions?
Xiao Hua said apologetically, "Let Fellow Daoist Ziye know that this Xiao does not enjoy the mellow fragrance of spirit wine, but prefers spirit tea. It is merely a preference and carries no particular meaning. There are many spirit teas on my Xiaoyu Continent, and every kind has its own unique qualities. This Xiao likes them all! Though your Fragrant Baleful Intent differs from the rest, and the spiritual energy within the tea is faint, offering no benefit to cultivation, its fragrance is uniquely exquisite—a delicate scent that seems to seep straight into one's soul! This Xiao cannot describe it any better than that!"
Yet although Xiao Hua felt he had merely spoken plainly, Ziye's eyes lit up when he heard it. He raised a thumb and said, "Great sound is silent, great image is formless! Fellow Daoist Xiao, every word you speak is a pearl. I admire you greatly!"
"Damn it, why had this young master never noticed?" Xiao Hua rubbed his nose. If he had not merely been a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he truly would have thought Ziye's flattery concealed ulterior motives! Moreover, thinking of how uncomfortable he felt around aristocratic young masters like Cui Hongshen, yet was so highly praised by a noble young master of Ziye's extraordinary bearing, his little tail rose somewhat as well.
"Come, Fellow Daoist Xiao, have another cup." Ziye raised the teapot again with a smile. "But this cup must be savored slowly and carefully."
"Don't—" Xiao