The tea table was extremely simple, and lacked any elaborate design. They were linked together to a stone platform, and natural circular patterns lined its edges, like the age rings on an ancient tree.
Bei Feng waved his hand, causing a tea set to appear on the table.
With a casual flick of his sleeves, he sat down and prepared to boil a pot of tea. The tea leaves were nothing special, and were completely nameless.
Put simply, it was just a bunch of third-rate tea leaves, plucked by hand from the wild tea trees of Mt Qing Ling.
Bei Feng filled the teapot with clear water and wrapped his blood and Qi energy around it.
As he did so, the most amazing phenomenon appeared. The water in the teapot actually began to boil!
About a dozen processed tea leaves were pinched between his fingers and thrown lightly into the hot water.