Inside the Tao Palace.
The candlelight rises, the atmosphere tranquil, with an inexplicable aura of Dao growing. Fei Yu and Ye Xuan sit cross-legged, facing each other, with a pot of clear tea placed between them.
Splash!
The Divine Master of Feiyu personally pours tea for Ye Xuan. A fragrance wafts out as he fills the teacup and hands it to Ye Xuan, saying, "This tea is not a divine item or holy grade, but merely made from the most ordinary mountain tea. Please, Daoist, have a taste."
Ye Xuan takes the teacup, gently sips, his eyes slightly brightening, then lowers the cup, nodding, "Though it is common, it leaves a lasting fragrance on the palate, retaining the original aroma of mountain tea. Even one who doesn't know tea, like me, can tell it's excellent."
"After this tea, you and I are enemies, not friends. I only hope you can agree to one thing," Fei Yu Divine Master calmly looks at Ye Xuan.
"What is it?"
