Three days later, Li Yifei had already arrived in Capital City and was sitting in a tranquil courtyard with the pinnacle expert he had met before. The two were seated at a small wooden table which held a teapot and two cups. Both settled into their rattan chairs, the atmosphere was one of leisure.
The elderly man poured two cups of tea and said, "This is top-grade Red Robe Tea, which even I seldom enjoy throughout the year. Not bad at all, this will do nicely for my annual indulgence."
The tea was a gift from Li Yifei to the elder, and it was evidently the right choice; the elder's attitude while brewing the tea was quite cordial.
Li Yifei smiled and said, "Hehe, if Master Murong likes it, I can get some for you every year."
