Yuan Hua clicked his tongue in wonder: "Today I've truly learned something new; who knew there was such a miraculous tea in the world."
Su Yuxuan chuckled and said, "This is a special spirit tea cultivated by Mr. Spirit Crows a few days ago, called 'Cloud Mist Tea.'"
Yuan Hua's lips twitched, and he insincerely said, "Very apt."
In truth, he thought that compared to the magical effect of cloud gathering, the name Cloud Mist Tea seemed a bit ordinary.
But since the name was given personally by the big boss, he didn't have the guts to say, "This name is so lame."
Su Yuxuan seemed to see through his thoughts and deliberately said, "Before this spirit tea was created, there were many kinds of Cloud Mist Tea in Great Xia, but after its birth, Great Xia will have only one Cloud Mist Tea."
Yuan Hua nodded, "That's true."
Given Mr. Spirit Crows' reputation, no company would dare compete for the naming rights of Cloud Mist Tea. Even in court, they wouldn't win.
