Tianmiao Peak, towering three thousand zhang high, reaching into the clouds, lofty as the heavens.
When Heavenly Master Zhang and his party flew to Tianmiao Peak, Qing Yu had already been waiting here for a long time.
He even crafted a teapot from the rocks at the peak, leisurely brewing a pot of tea, quietly sipping.
Seeing the arrival of Heavenly Master Zhang, Qing Yu's fingers moved slightly, tea water automatically poured from the teapot into a stone cup, and gracefully flew towards Heavenly Master Zhang.
"Heavenly Master Zhang, please," Qing Yu raised his hand and said.
Heavenly Master Zhang reached out to grasp the stone cup, lightly blew on it, took a sip, and closed his eyes, as if savoring the fragrance of the tea.
"Good tea."
"The mat disperses the dust, the tea utensil holds the green cake fragrance."
Heavenly Master Zhang came over and sat on the rock opposite Qing Yu, saying, "Sect Leader Qing Yu truly has exquisite skills to craft such refreshing tea."
