The cup was still warm, and a rich fragrance continued to rise from its surface, reminding Ye Jian vividly of what she had just experienced.
Her heart trembled.
"If a single sip was enough to grant me hours of enlightenment," Ye Jian thought inwardly, her eyes shining with awe and disbelief, "then this entire cup and every remaining drop inside it is absolutely priceless!"
She glanced at Lin Feng again, her gaze filled with gratitude, reverence, and no small amount of astonishment.
Never in her life had she encountered such a treasure, let alone been allowed to partake in it so freely.
At that moment, Ye Jian felt as though she were holding not a simple cup of tea, but a divine artifact capable of changing one's fate.
One hour later, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.
The courtyard was bathed in pale moonlight, the gentle glow reflecting off the stone floors and casting long, soft shadows around the three figures.
