Gongsun Lin shook her head. "I don't know. I'll have someone investigate."

"Forget it, let's wait for Master Bailong's news. We should know by this afternoon." Lu Mo stopped him. It was too late to investigate now; it was better to wait for Master Bailong's notification.

It was only a few hours, but for Ye Qingqing and the others it felt like an eternity. They waited for a long time before they finally received a call from Master Bailong, inviting them to meet at a teahouse.

“I know that place. I’ll take you there.” Gongsun Lin was very familiar with the terrain and quickly escorted them to the foot of the teahouse.

It was an antique-style teahouse, quite reminiscent of ancient China, and it was even called Lu Yu Teahouse, clearly run by Chinese people. Gongsun Lin kept watch outside while Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo entered the teahouse. A middle-aged man in his thirties greeted them, speaking in Chinese, "Are you Mr. Lu?"

Lu Mo nodded slightly, and the middle-aged man smiled and gestured for him to follow. "Come with me!"

The middle-aged man led them to the backyard, which was quiet and secluded, filled with exotic flowers and plants, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. There was a bamboo house surrounded by a fence, and a large goose at the door.

"The master is in that room, you can go now!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

Lu Mo glanced at him, then led Ye Qingqing toward the bamboo house.

"Aren't you afraid it's a trap?" Ye Qingqing asked with some concern.

Lu Mo smiled, "Don't worry, Master Bailong is alone in the house and there's no ambush."

Moreover, this sorcerer is currently facing a double crisis in his love life and career, so there is no need for him to harm them. On the contrary, he should join forces with them to deal with Julie and Baihu. Lu Mo has already guessed that Bailong sorcerer's trip to the palace today must not have gone smoothly.

Pushing open the small door of the bamboo house, you'll find only a small square table made of green bamboo, a few linen cushions, a teapot and cups on the table, and a small red clay stove. The teapot is steaming, and the air is filled with a rich aroma of tea.

Master Bailong knelt down, glanced at them, and smiled, "Have a cup of tea. This is white tea that the owner has been storing for ten years. You're in for a treat."

Ye Qingqing had heard that people in the south love to drink tea, but unlike the people of Pingjiang who love Longjing tea, they prefer fermented teas, such as white tea. Moreover, unlike green tea, white tea becomes more fragrant and nutritious with age.

Green tea is all about freshness; the best quality is made before the rains and before the Qingming Festival. After Qingming, the flavor is inferior. The current year's tea is better than the previous year's. Tea that has been stored for more than two years is basically only good for making tea eggs.

White tea, on the other hand, is completely different. No one drinks it from the current year; it is usually stored for several years. The longer it is stored, the more mellow the flavor becomes. A ten-year vintage is very rare and is indeed a treasure.

Master Bailong picked up the stove and poured tea for them. "Drink up!"

Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo held their cups with both hands, took a small sip, and found the flavor indeed fragrant and excellent. However, neither of them was in the mood for tea. Ye Qingqing couldn't help but want to ask, but Lu Mo shook his head slightly at her, so she had to force herself to hold it in. She was just too eager to drink.

Master Bailong sipped his tea slowly, while Ye Qingqing finished hers in one gulp. The old monk, however, lingered for a quarter of an hour. Frustrated, Ye Qingqing poured herself some tea, unknowingly filling her stomach with water and feeling bloated.

After finally finishing his cup of tea, Master Bailong noticed that Ye Qingqing was about to explode. He smiled slightly and said slowly, "Today, after entering the palace, the plan changed. My nemesis, Baihu, also entered the palace, so... I didn't directly say that Julie lied about her destiny."

"So what did you say?" Ye Qingqing blurted out.