"Grandpa, when I went to Penglai Immortal Pavilion this time, I bought some spiritual tea for you as a gift."
Lin Qingluo smiled, and a flash of spiritual light from her right hand revealed a pot of spiritual tea.
"Spiritual tea?"
Old Master's eyes brightened, and he became interested.
"I'll make you a cup right now."
Lin Qingluo cunningly smiled, and while brewing the tea, she secretly added a longevity pill to the teacup.
The longevity pill was colorless, tasteless, and dissolved immediately in water. The spiritual tea smelled refreshingly pleasant and put anyone in a relaxed mood.
Lin Qingluo held up the teacup and handed it to Old Master.
Old Master looked very pleased, took the teacup, and sipped it bit by bit.
Drinking the tea had the sensation of a hundred-year-old fine wine.
"Qingluo, also make Grandfather a cup of spiritual tea to taste."
Duke of Zhen watched eagerly, swallowing his saliva, and asked for tea for himself.