The curtain of the black jade chariot slowly opened.
A faint aroma of tea wafted from inside the chariot.
A deep, authoritative voice resonated from within the chariot at the same time: "Please!"
Xiao Yi took a step forward.
He crossed over two towering flood dragons and entered the chariot.
The interior of the chariot was a world unto itself.
The space inside was vast, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and a middle-aged man dressed in a blue python robe was calmly seated before a tea table.
A pale blue heavenly fire was flickering with blue flames, brewing the tea leaves in a purple-gold teapot.
The faint aroma of tea came from it.
This was the rare Dragon Blood Tea.
Watered with dragon blood.
It was nurtured and grown.
It is said this tea sprouts in a millennium, matures in another millennium, and requires yet another millennium of roasting to complete.
It needs to be carried in a teaware made of heavenly outer purple-gold meteor iron.
