"Back then, you secretly gifted me the *Master of Profound Mysteries* technique. It was a great boon to my early cultivation. Today, I demanded you from Black Mountain, which can be considered repaying the favor from back then."
Qi Yun's tone was calm, without a ripple of emotion, as if he were merely recounting a perfectly ordinary past event.
He casually pointed to the stone stool opposite him, gesturing for Xuan Ling to sit.
He then picked up the teapot himself and poured a cup of fragrant Spirit Tea for the man across from him. The swirling steam blurred the look in his eyes.
"The debt between us is now cleared.
From now on, whether you stay or leave, which path you walk—it is entirely up to you."
Xuan Ling stood rooted to the spot, the fingers hidden in his sleeves unconsciously curling.
He looked at the steaming cup of Spirit Tea on the stone stool, then raised his eyes to the calm, youthful face across from him, his heart reeling with inexpressible shock.
