"Is there a tea house ahead?"
The sun was high, and although Ma Fei was riding swiftly along the main road, feeling the strong wind sweeping past on both sides, Chu Ming still felt parched.
In a blur, the outline of a tea house gradually expanded in his vision, becoming clearer. Several figures were bustling around inside, creating a lively scene.
Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!
In just a moment, Chu Ming approached the tea house, riding Blue Star Horse over a distance of several hundred meters. As soon as he arrived, the tea house's attendant quickly came forward.
"Young hero, come down and have a cup of cool tea to quench your thirst..."
The attendant quickly draped a dirty cloth over his shoulder, speaking with a flattering expression.
The tea house wasn't large, only ten zhang in length and width. It was simply constructed with ordinary cloth stretched over several wooden stakes, appearing crooked but just suitable enough for tea drinking.
