The Crow Immortal

"I..."

Ming Yue wasn't sure how to respond before he chuckled. 

"Heh, come and sit by the fire, I'll brew you a nice cup of tea."

Before she realized it, there was a set of tea cups sitting between them. In this situation, she had no choice but to accept. 

"Thank you, senior."

She lowered her head, sitting adjacent to him by the fire. It was a quiet and warm flame, glowing embers that glowed ever so gently. 

As she sat down, the man grabbed the boiling pot of tea with his bare hands, pouring them both a cup. 

An earthy aroma with floral notes wafted up into the air. 

"This is... Chrysanthemum and Hawthorn?" she noticed. 

"Ah, you have a good sense of smell! I grew all of this myself! The chrysanthemum, hawthorn, and a smattering of others!" he remarked.