Qiu Yinong fanned the air, brewing tea until she was burning up all over.
How many times had she demonstrated already? Perhaps five times, perhaps six. The art of tea required a sense of lingering charm, and even as a Golden Core cultivator, she could not use spiritual power to hasten the process, but had to honestly fan the coals and whisk the tea step by step.
"Look, you pour the water around the pot like this, then rinse, and the stream must not break..."
Chapter 52