He didn't say much, took the jade cup, and drank the Spiritual Tea in one gulp.
The tea was warm and suffused with Spiritual Energy as it flowed into his stomach, yet at this moment, it felt even more lingering than the strongest liquor in the world.
He put down the teacup, his gaze once again fell on Yan Feng, and in his eyes, there was a profound meaning beyond words.
Outside the great hall, the starry sky remained unchanged, and the cosmic conflicts were far from over.
But within this small temple, a legacy concerning the future was thereby established.
A seed named Yan Feng had been planted, only waiting for the nurturing of time.
However, Chu Zheng, even before it could take root and sprout, had already foreseen its withering scene.
Xue Qing let Yan Feng step out first, then turned to Chu Zheng and said solemnly:
"I recently returned to the Near Immortal Realm; there have been many changes there."
Xue Qing spoke in a deep voice, her expression calm:
