This was already the sixth cup of spirit tea Li Fan had downed in a row.

The tea was called Sunny Spring Day, and it cost eight hundred contribution points per cup. The tea tree, so it was said, had to be cultivated in a grotto-heaven untouched by rain, planted to face the sun directly. It budded only once every three years, which made it scarce. A single cup sent a warm current surging through the body, like bathing in sunlight, and its effects lingered for days.

Yet even this widely beloved tea, excellent as it was, could not dispel the chill in Li Fan's heart.

This was the third time his true self had come face to face with a genuine powerhouse since entering the Xuanhuang World.

The first had been when his avatar was seen through by the Heavenly Physician,...