After walking through a few streets, a faint fragrance of tea drifted over. Moyang couldn't help but pause in front of a teahouse. The wisps of tea aroma wafting into his nose relaxed his mind and spirit. Lately, it had felt as though an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to truly unwind.
Moyang looked up and saw a wooden plaque hanging above the teahouse entrance, bearing the words "Willow Shade and Bright Flowers". Frowning slightly, Moyang stepped inside.
Because too many cultivators had recently arrived in Xuantian City, even the teahouse wasn't as quiet as usual; the tables were almost entirely occupied.
Chapter 88