"Please." She signaled Qin Ming to drink tea.
In this state, could he drink the tea in the pocket-sized jade cup? Qin Ming was doubtful. When he saw her drink it down, he also raised his cup for a sip.
"Hmm?" He was immediately startled, feeling immensely comfortable.
Later, he tasted a little more, and surprisingly, a wisp of black mist rose from his body, dissipating instantly.
"You have encountered ghosts, old merchants, Night Abyss walkers… such beings."
Qin Ming asked, "Did the tea I drank help me solve my troubles?"
Pei Qingwu said, "Originally, it was nothing. As your Taoist practice advances, the black mist will naturally disperse."
"Did you come to meet me just to invite me for tea?" Qin Ming asked.
