All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion is very tranquil.
Bazhun'an dipped his fingertip into the tea and sketched a portrait on the table.
It was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, lush hair draped over his back, and a widow's peak.
Xu Xiaoshou stared at that widow's peak for a long time without speaking.
On the tea table, aside from a cup of tea in front of each of the four people, there were no extra items, except three he had just pushed out, which Kong Yuhen did not accept:
Apricot Realm jade talisman, hand token, Time Ancestor Shadow Staff.
Mei Siren's fan was swinging more urgently.
When the whooshing sound of the wind grew piercing, he suddenly stopped, his actions became relaxed again and returned to an unhurried pace.
In the silent air, an aura of anxiety permeated.
Bazhun'an wiped his palm over the table, spreading the faint tea marks, which quickly evaporated naturally.
Xu Xiaoshou smiled, looking again at Kong Yuhen:
