In the spacious tea room, Yang Zhenshan and Luo Shang sat facing each other with four others.
A group of old companions chatted casually while sipping tea.
Seeing their gray-haired appearance, Yang Zhenshan felt a bit stifled inside.
Damn it, I'm an old man too.
"Sir, that old thing Zhang Yuanwu will come to Star Moon Island next month!" Han Cheng said.
Yang Zhenshan savored the tea carefully. This tea was slightly different from the previous Dongling Spring. The tea trees were ones he found deep in the Jiujiang Mountains, originally higher-grade tea trees, and after being transplanted to the Spiritual Spring Space, the flavor of the tea leaves improved significantly.
Of course, that doesn't mean this tea is better than Dongling Spring. Nowadays, Dongling Spring is no longer what it used to be; it is a new variety he cultivated through multiple selections and refinements.
