Taoist Xu Ning chuckled and glanced kindly at Jingyi, waving for her to take a seat. "Sit down and rest. Let these old guys pour their own."
Jingyi simply smiled, but still brewed another pot of tea on the small stove before finally sitting down. "Thank you, Master. It's no trouble."
After she spoke, she glanced curiously toward Gu Zhao.
When the young man had first come over to rest, he hadn't drawn their attention. They simply took him for an ordinary tourist.
But they had been chatting for a long time now, and the tea had been refilled twice. 'Why is that young man still sitting there resting?'
'Although the scenery here is nice, it's not as magnificent as Taiqing Palace, nor is the view as open and vast as the one from Lao Ding. It isn't even particularly tranquil or secluded—just a pavilion for a mid-way break.'
