Paperman Peak, Shadow Puppet Pavilion.
"Brother Dao... have some tea..."
Seeing Song Yan rest, little lady Yuzhuang brought him a steaming cup of Moonlight Tea.
The temperature on the mountain was cold, and the snow that had fallen a while ago had never melted. In the distance, the wind occasionally carried bits of snowflakes, bringing a unique coldness imbued with the scent of earth and wood.
Song Yan took the tea, sipped a mouthful, and the slightly sweet hot tea entered his stomach. The subtle Profound Qi within refreshed his spirit, making the next breath of air feel much fresher.
"Did you add ginger today?"
"Yes, it's cold. I... saw in the 'Spirit Tea Chapter' that Moonlight Grass is a versatile mystical herb, and it pairs well with anything. So I added some ginger to warm Brother Dao's hands and feet."
In order to serve her master better, little lady Yuzhuang was allowed to read some books related to "serving tea and pouring water."
