The Proud Ones, the Frustrated Ones

Above the sky, in an unfathomable place in the starry void, a purple mist had been flowing like water streams. Within the mist, beautiful cranes hovered leisurely, holding Ganoderma and spirit herbs with their beaks.

In the boundless purple mist was a virid mountain, covered in caves, with mist coiling up from them. Clearly, countless rare spirit herbs and plants were growing in them.

On top of the mountain was a towering old-growth tree. Large, crystalline, white flowers bloomed on its dragon-like twisted branches, while a refreshing aroma spread along the wind. Sniffing it, one would cool down, and the spirit and soul would both be comforted and settled.

Under the tree was an oddly shaped large stone, serving as a natural tea table, surrounded by three stone blocks. Sitting on the stone blocks were Spirit Wa, Donggong, and Ximu. Spirit Wa made the tea herself, pouring Donggong and Ximu each a cup of tea with a lovely green color.