Qu Huanxiang poured a cup of tea and handed it to Chen Feiyu. A rich, delicate fragrance instantly filled the air. Chen Feiyu took a sip, finding the taste sweet and lingering. He couldn't help but praise, "Excellent tea."
"That goes without saying," Qu Huanxiang replied, looking proud.
"By the way, Sister Xiang, how are the cultivation realms of the Demon Race divided?" Chen Feiyu asked curiously.
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