Leaving Yuxiang Tower, Zhou Xun went straight back to Pill Treasure Pavilion.
Someone looking for him was not just a rumor, but indeed true.
Pill Treasure Pavilion, in a certain pavilion.
A beautiful woman was drinking tea alone, her skin fair as snow, her eyebrows gracefully arched.
"Miss Lin!" Zhou Xun greeted calmly and gently.
"Alchemist Zhou is here, sit!"
The girl's voice was like a lark, revealing her delicate and white hand, slightly pointing to the stone stool opposite.
Zhou Xun nodded slightly and then sat down opposite the girl.
"Try this Spiritual Mist Tea!"
The girl raised her delicate hand slightly and poured a cup of Spirit Tea for Zhou Xun.
As the tea was poured into the cup, mist rose, sometimes transforming into a fierce tiger, sometimes a Flood Dragon, solid yet distinct, with various expressions.
Zhou Xun was slightly taken aback and immediately praised:
"Good tea!"
