478 The Imperishable Temple

Inside the bright palace.

Dao Wu Ji sat on the tatami inside. His white robe has not been touched by dust and he appeared out-of this-world divine.

If this was anyone else, they would be looking frail next to him. However, Ling Xian was comparable to him, they were merely different.

Like Dao Wu Ji, Ling Xian's temperament was extraordinary and similar to an immortal's. What was different about him was that he was calmer, and thus more spiritual.

"Supreme Headmaster, please drink tea."

Grinning, Ling Xian pushed the Tea of Enlightenment before Dao Wu Ji.

"Not bad. The Tea of Enlightenment is something that I don't drink often."

Surprise flashed across his eyes. Dao Wu Ji teased, "It seems like I have to visit you often. I get to taste good tea here."

"If you ever want to drink this tea, then please stop by." Ling Xian grinned and sipped on the tea. Immediately, he felt more vivacious and cheerful.