Song Yan cautiously said, "Your Highness the Ghost King, from now on I'll make a living here with you, how can I drink your things..."
As he spoke, he licked his lips, looking as if he hadn't touched Profound Wine and Profound Tea for a long time.
Tang Changsheng laughed heartily and said, "Why so modest? Then have some tea. I see that you are an elegant person, surely you must love tea and not wine."
Song Yan smiled and said, "You have a keen eye; ever since I was a mortal, I never liked drinking wine, and now as an immortal, I don't touch a drop."
Tang Changsheng got up from the Coral Throne, then stepped down and politely pointed to a seat beside him, saying, "Sit, sit, sit."
Song Yan went over and sat down.
Tang Changsheng waved his hand, and a pot of tea exuding icy mist appeared before Song Yan.
Song Yan picked up the teacup, then put it down again, smiling apologetically, "I can't take something for nothing, I should do something first, and then..."
