Zhao Lin thought for a long time before saying, "For now, it seems Spirit Tea is our best bet for a signature product. When you're all helping customers, make sure to mention it. We'll have to rely on word of mouth to start."
Gu Dezhao's spirits lifted. "Excellent. I'll have the tea room ready in the next couple of days!"
...
A battered Spiritual Vessel slowly descended, coming to a stop at the docks of the Dongfu District. Two dust-covered cultivators disembarked.
The cultivator on the left was short and stout, with dark skin. He wore a satin robe and looked to be in his forties. He had a high, rounded forehead, small, narrow eyes, and a comically pleasant face.
The other man was slightly older, with a fair complexion. The flesh of his cheeks drooped slightly, and his hair was a little curly.
"This district is pretty big!"
The older cultivator remarked in admiration, gazing at the tall walls and the constant stream of people flowing in and out.
