Qinglan Hall.
Wen Qingye sat in a chair, a wisp of green smoke rising from his cup, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance. He slowly took a sip, and the complex flavors—aromatic, mellow, and smooth—instantly delighted his senses.
"Excellent tea!" Wen Qingye said with a light chuckle, setting down his cup.
Just then, Su Qingyun slowly walked in. "That is the Great Daoist Mansion's signature Five-Flavor Green Smoke," she said. "Of course it's good. A pity you only tasted four of its flavors."
"Perhaps," Wen Qingye said faintly.
At that moment, Su Qingyun finally noticed the change in Wen Qingye. She was startled inwardly but struggled to keep her expression calm.
Su Qingyun said slowly, "Your collateral was three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts manuals, and you won ninety-nine consecutive matches. All told, the prize you deserve should be a Spirit Treasure at the very least. My Qinglan Hall can't produce such an item on such short notice."
