The seventh day.
Inside an elegant tea room, Zhan Xingzi paid a secret visit.
On a small red clay stove, the boiling tea began lifting the lid of the teapot, producing a soft bubbling sound.
"Alright, Fellow Taoist Zhan Xingzi, I appreciate your kindness," remarked Yi Chen.
"These Longevity Treasure Medicines are of no use to me; you should keep them to nourish yourself."
Glancing at the three treasure medicines before him, Yi Chen mimicked Yuan Jun's method of brewing and rinsing tea.
An alien force surged forth, and with a crisp snap, the three jade boxes before him abruptly shut and slid towards Zhan Xingzi.
Regardless of everything, Yi Chen acknowledged Zhan Xingzi's good intentions.
His issues were not something a few so-called top-tier Longevity Treasure Pills could resolve.
"Drink tea!"
Yi Chen extended his hand with a gesture, transferring a freshly brewed cup of fragrant tea to Zhan Xingzi.
