While speaking, he rummaged through his luxurious Storage Ring and carefully brought out six tea leaves, no bigger than grains of rice, along with a small pot of Immortal Spring, and brewed a pot of tea with a reverent posture.
Wang Shouzhe took a sip and slightly furrowed his brows, "The tea is indeed fine, capable of nourishing the Divine Soul and cleansing the flesh, but the taste is too bland."
With just six small tea leaves for a pot of tea, it's no wonder it tasted bland.
"This is Immortal Tea, you ought to be satisfied," Jiang Zhencang glared at Wang Shouzhe. Considering hospitality, he painstakingly dug again into his Storage Ring and added two more leaves, showing a pained expression as if cutting his own flesh.
Wang Shouzhe was speechless, unable to resist complaining silently in his heart.
