Within the lavish Treasure Hall, Zhao Gongming spent a considerable time meticulously selecting from the Enlightenment Tea Tree before finally making up his mind and plucking two leaves.
One leaf shone like an ingot, dazzling with golden light; the other was light as a feather, fluttering and drifting.
Clutching the two tea leaves, Zhao Gongming immediately felt two distinct Daoist charms enveloping and wrapping around him, even attempting to squeeze into his Primordial Spirit.
This sensation was akin to the very first time he listened to a Saint expound upon the Dao when he had just become a disciple—the feeling as though his entire being was bathed in a hot spring, the air itself filled with a sweet fragrance.
His limbs tingled, as if slightly intoxicated by wine; yet his Primordial Spirit floated elatedly, animated and exhilarated, solving one by one the issues he had encountered previously during his contemplation of the Dao…
"Such an exceptional Enlightenment Tea!"
