Although Jiang Xiaobai was not fond of tea and knew little about it, after having drunk plenty of fine teas, he naturally could tell what a good tea was.
Lin Yong, Jin Nanhui, and their group would often give him some top-quality tea leaves, even exceptional teas. After having drunk so much of it, Jiang Xiaobai naturally developed the ability to distinguish the quality of different teas.
The tea he had just drunk contained flavors of multiple superior tea leaves, which should have clashed with one another. However, once it entered his mouth, he felt that these flavors were not clashing; instead, they were quite harmonious.
His sense of taste was struck like never before; a single cup of tea had left him standing there, lost in reverie, his feet as if stuck in the mud, unable to move.
"Heh heh, I thought you were quite the character, but even you have succumbed to my 'Rakshasa Tea' here at Ming Feng's place."
