An Expectation

Mrs. Yang dragged Chen Jingzhai into the Tianyahai Pavilion and sat him down before serving him tea.

The tea was spirit tea, a personal collection of the Peak Master. One cup was more than enough to leave an endless aftertaste in one's mouth.

It could also amplify the effect of a Foundation Plane cultivator's cultivation for the next three days.

Even Zeng Wangbei, who was a direct disciple, had never tasted the tea once, and yet, his Master Uncle was able to drink a whole pot the moment he arrived.

"This is a Grade 2 spirit tea," Mrs. Yang introduced with a smile. "It's smoother than other teas, and it'll benefit you. I'll give you some next time I visit you if you like it."

"Thank you, senior sister." Chen Jingzhai grinned. "I might still be young, but I already have my own unique taste in tea and wine. If I get my hands on good ingredients next time, I'll personally brew some spirit wine for you."