Near the tea stand, there were about a dozen people sitting, watching, seemingly just passing travelers, but their clothes were all grayish and dull.

Yun Ran, dressed in luxurious attire, stood out conspicuously in comparison.

Especially since Yun Ran had a golden mask on her face; anyone with eyes could see she was a Noble.

The Coachman sensibly found a table that no one had occupied and promptly wiped down both the table and the long bench.

Then he took out a cotton cushion and placed it on the long bench.

"Young Master, please have a seat~"

This series of actions made those watching around more reserved, leaving them with no mood to boast or chat with companions.

The owner of the tea stand, with trembling steps, walked over, his body hunched ridiculously.

Thinking he had lived for decades and never seen such a wealthy lady, a mere piece of her fabric felt like it could feed them for years.

Not to mention the jewelry hanging on this lady, which seemed enlightening just by looking at it more.

"N... Noble..."

The Coachman noticed the tea stand owner’s speech become incoherent at the sight of Lord Divine Envoy’s presence, inexplicably feeling like looking into a mirror.

"Just a pot of boiling water, please."

Yun Ran had no fondness for oppressing the weak and spoke with an unusually gentle tone, which inadvertently relaxed the tea stand owner considerably.

Soon, a pot of boiling water was brought over, and a somewhat coarse bowl was placed on the table.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that this coarse bowl was more intact compared to those on other tables, at least devoid of any chips.

The Coachman quickly stepped forward to pour water for Yun Ran but froze in his steps the moment Yun Ran gestured with a wave of her hand.

Perhaps Yun Ran had shown no hint of arrogance since sitting down.

The people around also went from initial tension to suddenly daring a bit more.

Several slightly younger people occasionally glanced over, presumably curious to see if this Noble really only drank plain water.

The next moment, they witnessed a scene which gave them bragging rights for life.

Yun Ran unlocked a seemingly inconspicuous wooden box she held.

She took out a set of teacups with walls so thin they’re translucent, yet possessing a white jade-like glossy luster.

"Ssss!!"

A sudden sound of a sharp inhale broke the calm moment.

Everyone’s gaze was instantly drawn to the direction of the sound, looking in unison.

A boy, looking barely in his teens, suddenly turned crimson, with beads of sweat popping out on his forehead.

Evidently, he realized his earlier impropriety, and amidst his embarrassment, quickly transformed into fear.

Even those with little common sense knew that ordinary folks like them, if offended a powerful figure, dying would be a good outcome.

The boy, about to collapse in fright, was spared by Yun Ran’s withdrawal of her gaze.

She naturally understood that taking out such exquisite tea utensils would cause a stir at this moment.

Momentarily, a flash of murderous intent crossed the Coachman’s eyes; in front of Lord Divine Envoy, he was a lowly minion.

Yet before these ordinary folks, he was an insurmountable existence like a mountain.

That such a lowly person dared gaze directly at Lord Divine Envoy, and even dared make noise, truly deserved death.

Even those other patrons who had just relaxed a bit now felt a new wave of anxiety.

Some sympathized with the boy who made the sound, while others worriedly feared potential implications on themselves.

They had heard before that some Nobles had a dark heart; forget offending them, even unrelated people could be implicated.

Fear made them not dare flee like a scattering of birds and beasts, and they couldn’t even manage to plead for mercy.

After Yun Ran withdrew her gaze, she sighed lightly inside; though she wanted to affirm her notable birth.

She never wanted to scare these people to any harm.

"Bring the best you have from the tea stand to all tables; today, I’m treating everyone."

The Coachman paused for a moment, unable to comprehend how someone could offend Lord Divine Envoy yet not be punished but benefit instead.

The other fearful people were also surprised, as this Noble neither punished them nor offered hospitality?

The tea stand owner, too, was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to the kitchen to busy himself.

Yun Ran reached out and felt the boiling water in the teapot, finding the temperature just right.

Then she took out a well-packed porcelain bottle from the wooden box, and upon opening it, a fragrant aroma of tea wafted outward.

Without even brewing, the aroma was already so pleasant; who knew how fragrant it would be once brewed.

Throughout the tea brewing process, Yun Ran spoke no further, entirely disregarding those around.

Ordinary folks had never seen such effortless tea artistry; the tea fragrance filling the air had a refreshing feeling just by sniffing.

Someone already swallowed saliva; compared to Yun Ran’s tea, they suddenly felt what they had before was merely flavored water.

Yun Ran poured herself a cup, took a sip, and her eyes reflected satisfaction.

Indeed, she preferred living well and fortunately had a habit of stockpiling items.

Otherwise, stranded in a place like this, unable to eat, sleep, or dress well, would indeed be suffering.

Although the patrons around fully longed to savor more of the tea aroma, knowing they couldn’t taste it, having a whiff felt fulfilling.

Yet the urge to live well ultimately took precedence.

Several deeply inhaled a few times, seemingly wanting to remember the scent for life, then reluctantly left with deep regret.

"Who goes there!"

Suddenly, the Coachman shouted furiously in a direction.

Filled with murderous rage, it seemed he would grab a knife and charge forward any moment.

But his actions were clearly too slow; before he even realized, still fixated on the fore view.

A middle-aged man with somewhat white hair was already seated beside Yun Ran.

"Who would’ve thought in such a remote region, there’d be a rich miss like you; this tea is splendid, I wonder if I may have the honor to taste it."

Despite the middle-aged man’s polite words, he had already poured himself a cup.