"Unexpectedly, we have a guest today who can recognize the Sunfire Tea. I'm quite delighted," a crisp voice rang out, sounding like the pleasant tinkling of a spring.

"Oh, I only have a rudimentary understanding of tea, I'm afraid I've made a fool of myself..." Gu Yue stood up and looked towards the entrance, his voice suddenly choked off, his expression as if he had swallowed a raw egg.

A woman in yellow walked in. She appeared to be in her thirties, her eyes still full of charm, and her skin was fair. Unfortunately, her cheeks were swollen, with three layers of fat folded under her chin. Her waist was as thick as a barrel, her limbs round, and her large feet made a "plop plop" sound as they hit the floor.

"I didn't know we had such distinguished guests. I apologize for not greeting you sooner. My name is Zhuo Lingling, and I manage the Changxian Tower. May I ask your name?" The woman in yellow chuckled, speaking in standard Central Plains dialect, and subtly sizing up Yuan Ming.