บท 947: A Talk At Night By The Candles

The Ultimate Sword Peak was 3.2 kilometers tall, and the peak was like a longsword that radiated cold light in all directions.

It had just drizzled a little, so the cool breezes that blew were slightly cold.

Leisurely grass, stone urns, ancient wells... The layout was elegant and reasonable. The candlelight in the room flickered.

Ling Yue and Wen Zhou looked at each other as they sat. In front of them was a cup of high-quality Baihua Tea, and the fragrance of the tea permeated the air.

Wen Zhou waved his long sleeves lightly, and he was unusually kind and gentle. He said softly, "Yue'er, come and have a taste. This is the Baihua Tea that I received from Dongfan. It tastes pretty good, and I usually wouldn't bear to drink it."

"Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue cupped his hands slightly.