Three cups of green tea. Even in receiving guests, the visitors simply wouldn’t think to be discontent. This was because their cultivations were only at the initial stage of Qi Condensation. 

Among the two older men in front of Xu Yangyi, one of them had a square face, buzzed hair, and was wearing a slightly faded changpao with a pair of black cloth shoes. The other was an elderly man with an old farmer’s style. A foot-long beard softly drooped down, the wrinkles on his face appeared like the skin of air-dried mandarin oranges, and there was a black birthmark on his left cheek. He seemed not to be any different from the other old farmer.

Yet at this moment, they secretly sighed. Since Xu Yangyi agreed to let them enter, he was likely part of the dove faction. If a middle-stage Qi Condensation cultivator of the hawk faction had come to this little village, they would truly be restless!

“Fellow Daoist Xu, I am Wang Sanshan. Seven years ago, I settled down here.” The square-faced Wang Sanshan clasped his hands, looking at Xu Yangyi, who had his eyes hung to the tea at his lips, and respectfully took out an exquisite jade box. “Congratulations to Fellow Daoist for breaking through to the middle stage. This a bit of my good will. I hope Fellow Daoist will kindly accept it.”

Wang Sanshan’s attitude was quite humble, and Xu Yangyi didn’t move at all. Instead, once Li Zongyuan took it, Xu Yangyi used his spiritual...