Chen Mu met Bai Shou again half a month later.
Halfway up Mei Mountain, beside the window of a hanging stilt tower, Chen Mu and Bai Shou sat facing each other.
Seeing the other's rosy complexion, Chen Mu cupped his hands and congratulated, "Congratulations, Daoist friend, on your successful cultivation."
"It's all thanks to your good fortune," Bai Shou waved his hand, leaned forward, and personally poured a cup of green tea for Chen Mu.
"This is the Bai Family's unique Green Needle Tea, which takes nine years to produce half a pound. It can nourish the Superior Fetal Spirit, with remarkable effects," he said with a beaming smile.
"Is it truly such a treasure?" Chen Mu expressed surprise.
"The Henglian Mountain Range extends for hundreds of thousands of miles, with demons and ghosts emerging constantly. The Holy Heart Institute's various passes are far apart, lacking Dao Foundation masters like you to guard them."
