Lin Feng rinsed the teapot, gently awakened the tea leaves, then poured the steaming water with practiced ease.
The fragrance immediately spread throughout the courtyard, delicate yet profound.
It was not merely a pleasant scent… it carried a depth that touched the spirit, calming the mind and soothing the soul.
In only a few moments, the table was once again filled with cups of tea, each one radiating a faint, almost imperceptible glow.
Emery hesitated for a heartbeat, sensing something extraordinary about the tea.
But trusting Lin Feng completely, she accepted a cup with both hands.
"Thank you, Master Lin Feng," she said softly.
She lifted the cup, inhaled the aroma and froze.
Her pupils contracted, her breathing stalled for a brief moment, and her mind felt as if it had been struck by a gentle yet overwhelming tide.
This… this tea…
Before she could even finish the thought, she took a sip.
And just like Ye Jian and Ning Xi before her, her world suddenly paused.
