After sending off Mi Junping, Luo Chen found himself immersed in his bustling routine once more.0

Tables, chairs, tea sets, custom ceramic cups, charcoal stoves…0

One by one, these seemingly insignificant but essential items were gradually prepared under his meticulous planning. Throughout this process, the bodyguards assigned to him by the Poshan Gang had proven incredibly useful. They weren’t just for show—they ran errands, hauled supplies, and handled logistics. With their assistance, preparations progressed smoothly.0

By comparison, Feng Xia, his chosen store manager and milk tea attendant, had no part in handling these tasks. Her responsibilities were solely to master brewing tea and preparing milk tea according to Luo Chen’s recipes.0

In addition, Luo Chen sought help from Gu Caiyi. Cultivators often had a penchant for elegance. Whether drinking wine or tea, it wasn’t enough to merely serve them—it had to be done with finesse.0

This was what they called a sense of ritual.0

Such refined tastes were particularly evident among wealthy cultivators. For instance, some people liked to idly play with folding fans, completely ignoring the freezing winter weather.0

The people at Tianxiang Tower understood this well, and Gu Caiyi, having been immersed in that environment, where she naturally picked it up. In her spare time, he specifically asked Gu Caiyi to teach Feng Xia a few graceful tea-brewing techniques.0

Or rather, it went beyond mere techniques. 0

It encompassed posture, demeanor, expression, hand gestures, and more. In short, the final presentation before Luo Chen was an image of a gentle and serene woman,...0