Xu Ping's hand suddenly paused, and after a brief thought, he immediately instructed, "Invite the guest to the pavilion."
"Understood!" replied the water lake rat.
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In the pavilion, a delicate fragrance of tea wafted through the air.
Xu Ping, with a smile on his face, poured a cup of Spirit Tea for Yang Hong and warmly said, "Elder Yang, this is Spirit Tea newly harvested from Thousand Leaves Mountain. Please have a taste."
"Thank you very much."
Yang Hong smiled slightly and politely said, "Coming to trouble you once again, I hope Fellow Daoist Xu won't hold it against me!"
"Elder Yang, what are you saying? It's a great honor for a junior to be able to converse with a senior like you!" Xu Ping replied with a smile.
After the two exchanged a few casual remarks, Yang Hong's expression turned serious as he spoke of the matter at hand for his visit.
