Cloud Mist Tea Room.
The red fire in the furnace brewed new tea, simmering and steaming, as white mist dissipated and the aroma of tea spilled forth.
With a flick of her delicate jade hand, Meng Qiwu lifted the lid, and the clear tea water danced out like beads, falling into the tea bowl.
This graceful technique made the two young men in front of her widen their eyes involuntarily.
"Senior Sister Meng truly has the true transmission of Zhongnan Mountain. This Qi Circulation technique—if ordinary cultivators can grasp even a bit of it, they could benefit for life,"
praised the slightly older young man in linen garb.
"The Wang Family is indeed a Pure Yang Family. Ever since Chongyang Zhenren, there's been a deep connection with Zhongnan Mountain. My technique holds no secrets for you; there's no need for flattery," Meng Qiwu said calmly.
Given her status and cultivation, anyone she meets early in the morning surely isn't an ordinary person.
