After walking through several streets, a faint fragrance of tea drifted over. Mo Yang could not help stopping in front of a teahouse. The wisps of tea aroma entering his nostrils made his mind and spirit feel at ease. Over these past few days, it had felt as though a formless mountain was pressing down upon him, making it hard for him to truly relax.
Mo Yang looked up and saw a wooden plaque hanging above the teahouse entrance, bearing the name "The Willow Trees and Bright Flowers". Frowning slightly, Mo Yang stepped inside.
Because too many cultivators had come to Xuantian City recently, even the inside of the teahouse was not as quiet as usual, and it was almost entirely filled with tea patrons.
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