A sharp glint flashed through Yang Jing's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. He immediately schooled his features, pretending not to recognize the Huang Family Cultivator before him.
"May I ask for our esteemed guest's name?"
The Huang Family Cultivator swaggered in, plopping down brazenly across from Yang Jing.
"The surname's Wang."
Yang Jing motioned for the Maid to pour tea. The Huang Family Cultivator took a single sip before spitting it out in disgust.
"What is this garbage Spirit Tea? Did you just pluck some leaves off a tree? Where's your Wusong Tea? Hurry up and pour some for me!"
"Apologies, but Wusong Tea is reserved for our most distinguished guests. Even I can only drink ordinary Spirit Tea," Yang Jing said, before downing the Wusong Tea in his own cup.
The Huang Family Cultivator snorted coldly and slapped a Jade Box onto the tea table.
"Let's see if this treasure is enough to earn me the title of 'distinguished guest'."
