At this moment, in the pavilion, beside a stone table, the Heir of Beiliang, clad in a python robe yet gentle as jade, was holding a White Jade Pot, pouring a cup of tea in front of the person opposite him.
The one who could make the dignified Heir of Beiliang pour tea must not be an ordinary person; opposite sat a woman of graceful posture, shrouded in white gauze, wearing a bamboo hat, with a white veil hanging under the hat, concealing her appearance thoroughly, with an aura like that of a reclusive fairy from a sacred land.
"Swish Swish"
The emerald and crystalline tea water flowed down, landing in that White Jade Cup, with a few green pine needles spinning in the tea, exuding a delicate and elegant fragrance akin to the fresh scent after a mountain rain, wafting up with the rising steam.
"Bang"
The Heir of Beiliang put down the flawless White Jade Pot, his long and slender eyes glanced at the woman opposite, slightly lifting upwards,
