Chapter 1223
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"More than precious—annually, the yield is said to be extremely scarce, most of it supplied to the imperial family; the remaining share doesn't even leave the capital, not even the Huoerde Society president gets any," complained an elder—no, that tone was more than complaint; it was outright love-hate toward the tea.
The tea's flavor haunted him for life, yet infuriatingly, he knew this rare treasure yet could never obtain it.
How could this not make him furious?
"Haha, since the president and all the elders love the tea so much, I'll gift some to each of you."
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