The tea flows from the top, from some mystical pot. It gives strength, increases qi[1], fortifies the spirit, makes a man. The immortals who need the least get the most, at the source, but as it trickles down through holes drilled in the floorboards and down through troughs made first of marble and limestone and then concrete and wood and finally through small channels carved into the boards of the floor it becomes polluted with blood and piss, spit and shit.

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[1] Essential to a cultivator: an exotic energy, vague and inscrutable, the source of power and strength