Half a day later.
The Cold-Faced Man went to an immortal city and found a window seat on the top floor of a mountain tea house.
"Senior, do you have a preferred Fragrant Tea?" A shopkeeper with unusual features, in the Dao Integration Stage, personally approached him with great respect.
"A cultivator of the Origin Clan?"
"Yes."
The shopkeeper answered respectfully, quite tactful. "This junior's entire family moved here three thousand years ago, and we opened this little spirit tea shop."
The Cold-Faced Man's eyes stirred slightly as he swept his gaze around the antique tea house. Calmly, he said, "It is already quite good. It cannot be called a little shop. Bring me a pot of Cloud Hidden Sprout."
Cloud Hidden Sprout?!
The shopkeeper's expression shifted in surprise. This tea was rather ancient... it was considered an obsolete variety, and not a precious one.
"Please wait a moment, Senior."
"Mhm."
The Cold-Faced Man gradually turned his gaze toward the vast sky beyond the window and the newly born mountains and rivers below.
The tea house was exceptionally lively. Everyone was discussing the newly born mountains and rivers, while cultivators of countless races mingled and made acquaintances.
This Origin Clan shopkeeper had chosen a fine location. In the future, he would surely never lack cultivation resources.
Within the Tea House Cave Heaven.
The shopkeeper's face turned solemn as he ordered, "Quickly, go to Star Pivot and procure stock. Purchase Cloud Hidden Sprout at a high price—the older the better!"
"Patriarch, this..." The surrounding cultivators froze for a moment, but did not dare delay. "Yes!"
"Husband, that person?" A woman came over from the side. She was likewise an Origin Clan cultivator in the Dao Integration Stage, her expression calm. "He seems to be an important figure?"
"Indeed."
The shopkeeper nodded,