Since it was an oil lamp, its flame inevitably flickered. Between brightness and darkness, shadows shifted throughout the cave, laying bare the eerie strangeness of the soul cultivators.
"Making a mystery out of nothing!" Xiao Hua snorted disdainfully again.
Once everyone had taken their seats, several young attendants immediately served tea. Naturally, their faces were drawn as long as Qing Ming's; they came softly and left softly, without leaving behind even a smile.
"Young friend Li, Young friend Xiao, and Miss Hongxia!" Master Ke Qin raised his teacup and said with a smile, "The tea here cannot compare to the spirit tea of the Dao Sect. Please do not disdain it. Please..."
"I would not dare. Thank you." Li Zongbao answered concisely. He too lifted his teacup and took a light sip. After testing it slightly and finding nothing unusual, he swallowed it.
"Actually, this old man does not usually drink tea either!" Master Ke Qin was straightforward, speaking bluntly. "Only when cultivators come from afar do I have my disciples simply boil mountain spring water to serve as tea!"
"You are too courteous, Master," Fairy Hongxia said with a smile. "Million Meng Mountain is exceptionally dry at present. Having spring water to brew tea with is already quite good."
"Alas, how virtuous." Master Ke Qin sighed. "This change in the heavens is precisely the beginning of a great upheaval in Million Meng Mountain. There will surely be earthshaking changes afterward! It is only a pity... those ordinary natives are innocent. I fear they will find it difficult to escape this great calamity!"
"Master!" Zi Ming said urgently. "This junior came today for two matters! The first is precisely this. The people of my Houtu Village and Shebi Village are all struggling on the line between life and death. Though