The rain had been falling heavily. The rainwater originated from twelve different worlds, and surely had different natures.
Some of the rainwater was highly toxic, some was even more corrosive than strong acids, while some was awfully stinky. But of source, the water from Pan Jia world also existed in the rain, extremely pure.
Ji Hao pointed his finger out. Hundreds of fist-sized rain drops flew over to him and fell loudly into a purple-clay teapot. In his previous life, it was rather hard to find a good purple-clay teapot, but fortunately, a large purple-clay mine was found in Yao Mountain territory. Ji Hao dug out tens of thousands of kilograms of top-grade purple-clay from that mine and crafted a set of teaware himself.
The fire was burning strongly in the small red-clay burner, while a refreshing aroma of tea spread out.