In the Ye Family courtyard of Ye Haiyun, heavy spirit shadows hung from the trees, occasionally drooping, emitting the fragrance of apricots.
Beneath, on the stone table, now rose a large table of spiritual cuisine.
A Red Section Fish with two red sections had already been split in half, sprinkled with some spirit medicine and specially cooked, adding some golden-red spirit luster, its aroma wafting several miles away.
A whole pot of Blood Jade Spirit Rice was cooked full, resembling tiny red crystal-like grains, exceptionally lustrous.
Ye Jingcheng took out some Red Fragrant Tea and poured a cup for Ye Haiyun, looking at the crimson tea within, witnessing it forming an almost imperceptible small vortex of spiritual energy in the air.
At this moment, his nose, even his throat and lungs, were enveloped in the pervasive ancient tea aroma.
Without drinking, it was as if he saw an ancient tea tree deep in the mountains, carrying the sense of countless years of vicissitudes.
