Dragon City.

In some courtyard, two people sat across from each other.

On top of the square wooden temple in the middle, there was a complete tea set. As boiling spirit water was poured in, white mist ascended and the fragrance of tea wafted out.

“Please.”

On the left was a man who seemed to be around 30 years of age. He had a calm and handsome appearance. As he smiled and spoke, he gave off a warm and friendly atmosphere.

The cultivator across from him was completely covered by black robes. His voice was harsh and grating as he asked, “Just who are you?”

This was a question he had thought about for a long time but had never figured out the answer to. That secret should have been thoroughly destroyed with that saber many years ago.

But this other party clearly knew about it.

He knew that this person would only dare to appear in front of him if he had full confidence in his safety. If it weren’t for that, he would have struck this person down on the spot.

The middle-aged cultivator pointed his finger at the tea cup. “This spirit tea is precious and was nurtured and bred from the heavens and earth. Fellow daoist hasn’t disappointed...