"You knew already, didn't you?" Fei Xiaoyu scrambled up, patting her backside as she looked at Han Xiaochuan resentfully.
Han Xiaochuan couldn't be bothered with her; he just rolled his eyes.
"Xiaoyu, stop this nonsense!" Fei Zhenghai chastised, his expression visibly displeased. Doesn't she realize where we are? Is this a place for her to cause trouble?
Fei Xiaoyu pouted but said nothing.
Just then, the mist parted to reveal another passageway. The group, no longer surprised by such things, followed the path inside. In an instant, their vision cleared, and the space opened up before them.
Beneath a massive, towering ancient tree, a tea table sat on a carpet of green grass. On it was a pot of steaming tea.
It was Lin Mu.
Seeing them enter, Lin Mu offered a faint smile. He arranged several cups on the table and gestured for them to join him.
