An Orthodox Spiritualist

Tianyan Pavillion. Xia Fei arrived right on time and waited for half an hour before that mysterious old man showed up belatedly.

"Don't call me venerable elder; I'm not that old yet. You may address me as Fuchen." The old man waved his hand dismissively, his dislike for being called 'old man' by Xia Fei evident.

Soon, several exquisite crab roe dumplings were served up. Xia Fei tasted one and realized that it was incomparable to the deliciousness of that golden quail broth from yesterday; it was at least a grade lower in terms of taste.

Fuchen saw Xia Fei's knitted eyebrows and laughed. "True delicacies aren't readily available whenever one wants to eat them; you need to get used to the disparity in the future. While these crab roe dumplings aren't considered Ambrosian in terms of taste, it should help reduce the fire in your body. Didn't you feel your entire body burning up abnormally last night?"