Chapter 237: The Three Beginnings of the Imperial Capital!

The night was deep, and Cersei was brewing a pot of flower tea.

Clad in pure white, Druid held a warm white teapot, pouring boiling water that cascaded down, creating a haze of steam, rinsing the teaware three times,

then elegantly pinched a few golden kite petals from the hairpin with her slender fingers and infused them into the teacup of hot water.

As soon as the petals touched the hot water, they softened, casting ripples of golden fragrance that merged with the mist, creating an ambiance reminiscent of the Immortal Realm, calming the mind.

Golden Kite Flowers were a gift from the goddess, setting aside their symbolic status, their inherent effects are treasures in themselves, the tea brewed from these flowers stabilizes the soul and enhances spiritual perception, its effect comparable to a magic potion specially crafted by Druids.