"Benefactor!"
The middle-aged cultivator raised his voice a pitch higher, quickly walked over to Xu Ping, and upon seeing the face clearly, he exclaimed with excitement, "It really is you, benefactor!"
"Fellow Daoist, you're too kind. It was just a minor effort." Xu Ping said with a smile.
"Your effort truly saved my daughter's life and mine. Ling'Er, take out Daddy's Spirit Tea, please come in, Daoist." The middle-aged cultivator pulled Xu Ping inside.
Unable to refuse such hospitality, Xu Ping followed him into the house.
Sitting across from each other at the square table, his daughter served Spirit Tea to both of them.
Xu Ping took the teacup, had a sip, and felt a fragrant aroma fill the air; it was surprisingly delicious.
So he drank up all the tea in his cup in one go.
