Wuyuan Capital City, Yu Jing Dao Lower Institute.
The Cloud Rain Sorcerer, Zuo Wentao, was having tea with Tao Jun at Lanshui Pavilion. The pavilion was made of bamboo and wood, simple and natural.
A clear spring wound around the pavilion, the water bubbling like the sound of a zither. Not far away, a patch of orchids was planted, in hues of subtle purple and warm yellow.
Sitting in the bamboo pavilion, listening to the gentle sound of the spring, while looking at the orchids from afar, was truly elegant.
Zuo Wentao used magic to conjure a maid to brew tea for them. The tea had a faint, clear fragrance, reaching deep into one's soul.
Although Tao Jun's face was filled with bitterness, after taking a sip of the fragrant tea, he couldn't help but sigh: "Your life is so leisurely, my friend, I truly envy you."
Tao Jun was the National Preceptor of Wuyuan Country, always busy with various important matters and cultivating when he had free time, he had no time to enjoy life.
