This was a garden. In it stood a stone pavilion, which housed a round stone table and four stone stools.
Although it wasn't the season for flowers, the garden was still in full bloom.
As Du Youqian observed, the flowers were mostly simple and elegant, soft and delicate, or coolly stunning—very few were of vibrant reds or purples.
Their scents were similarly fresh, light, and elegant, with none being overpoweringly fragrant.
"Yu Fei? Find a seat. I'll be a little while. Hai Tang? See to his tea."
"Yes!" A petite and delicate woman set aside the Storage Treasure Pouch Du Youqian had offered and immediately began to prepare tea.
What was unusual was that she didn't light a fire to boil the water. Instead, she cradled the kettle in her palms, and an Anomalous Fire surged from her hands.
