"Here? Sit down."
Entering the room, the scent of sandalwood greeted him along with the voice of the one in white.
Qiu Tu looked up and saw the man in white sitting cross-legged on a low couch inside the room, a wooden table in front of him, leisurely sipping tea.
Maybe it was because he had lived in the human world for too long, or perhaps human culture indeed had a unique way of assimilation, but every time Qiu Tu met the man in white, he felt that in terms of manners and attire, the man seemed more human than an evil god.
This also made him feel a certain closeness to the man in white.
Sometimes, he would even recall the times when they were in Xinjie City together.
Back then, the man in white was Yan Chen's secretary, and Qiu Tu was Yan Chen's confidant.... Both were merely insignificant figures in Xinjie City.
