Dunben Hall.
Wei Dao guided a stream of Spiritual Spring water, which spiraled down into the tea furnace. In an instant, the water boiled and poured itself through a small spout into three teacups.
The Spirit Tea leaves were like live fish in the water, tumbling up and down, chasing each other from head to tail. Their fragrance filled the room.
"My two senior brothers, please have some tea."
The dignified Sect Leader of the Qingfeng Sect was personally brewing and pouring tea for others. Seated on either side of him were none other than Tan Changkong, the Pill Hall Master, and Luoo Qiuzhen, the Talisman Hall Master.
"Junior Brother Wei, have you really made up your mind to cast off this burden?"
Tan Changkong was even more gaunt than he had been a few years ago, like a flickering candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.
