A square table, two tea bowls, a small teapot. A child dressed in purple silently brewed tea, a wisp of white smoke gently rising and slowly dispersing.
The table was made of fine huanghuali wood, exuding a delicate fragrance through the sediment of time; the tea bowls were intricately carved from whole jade stones, just these two bowls required the best jade materials; the purple sand teapot was engraved with pine and cypress patterns, appearing exquisite and delicate, obviously crafted by a renowned artisan. The old man opposite the table wore a goatee and a light blue Taoist crown. By face alone, he embodied an immortal vibe, yet he wore a bright red and purple brocade robe and used extravagant furniture, being completely out of harmony.
The old man lifted a tea cup, sipped a bit, and glanced at Gongsun Ce: "The tea is so good, you're reluctant to drink it?"
