How Can I Drink My Tea Now?

Elder Yang was holding a teacup by the stone table, taking a break while waiting. Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow looming down in the sky. Just as he looked up in surprise, gunshots rang out.

Hearing that familiar voice from mid-air, he suddenly realized that Shen Jingchuan had said on the phone that he was coming over, but he never expected it to be in this way.

"Stop!"

"Stop it, all of you!"

Elder Yang stood up and shouted repeatedly.

The sergeant also heard it, squinted and looked again, and then he saw that there were actually two people sitting on the horse. Several guards who had followed Elder Yang and met Shen Jingchuan recognized him and Meng Ke at a glance, and immediately stopped firing.

"Stop fighting, they're on our side!"

The squad leader then gave a loud shout, and the gunfire stopped abruptly.

A moment of silence fell over the courtyard. The guards exchanged bewildered glances, cold sweat beading on their backs.

Knowing this was Elder Yang's friend, they were worried about what would happen if he got hurt. But seeing the winged horse, they all stared wide-eyed, their minds completely blank.

Shen Jingchuan ignored all of this, patted Little Black, and let it land steadily in the yard.

Elder Yang's courtyard is much more spacious than Shen Jingchuan's, but Little Black's wingspan is more than ten meters, and with a flap of its wings, it still occupies a large area.

The strong wind whipped up fallen leaves and dust, swirling and flying around like a helicopter landing.

Fortunately, this is Little Black. If it were Big Black, with its even bigger wings, I don't know how terrified it would have been.

Little Black landed, folded its wings, raised its head, glanced sideways at the guards beside it, and exhaled lightly through its nostrils, its expression full of arrogance.

Shen Jingchuan jumped off the horse with Meng Ke in his arms, put her down steadily, and then walked towards Elder Yang with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Elder Yang."

"Look, I was so focused on getting there that I forgot to tell you beforehand, causing such a big misunderstanding."

Elder Yang stared at him for a couple of seconds, then slowly calmed down. After all, he was a seasoned general who had fought his way through countless battles; once the initial shock subsided, he regained his composure.

But even gazing at that enormous Pegasus, he was still deeply shaken. After all, he was just a mortal; he had never seen anything like it in his entire life.

He merely snorted and glanced down at the bowl of tea on the stone table.

"You brat!"

"Look at all this dust in the yard! How can I drink the tea I just brewed?"

Shen Jingchuan watched from the side and secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Old General Elder Yang was, after all, a veteran who had seen bloodshed. His composure in the face of danger was something that others might not have been able to achieve.

He walked forward with a smile.

"That's easy to handle."

Shen Jingchuan took out a small porcelain bottle from his Storage Ring and gently placed it on the table.

"I'll treat you to a pot of fine tea; please try the tea I brought."

He brought this tea back from another world; it was originally a spoil of war. Inside was a small bag of spiritual tea, which he divided into several bottles and then upgraded using his spatial abilities. Each bottle contains only ten leaves, yet they are brimming with Spiritual Qi.

For ordinary people, a quarter of a slice is enough to brew at a time.

Elder Yang didn't notice where he took it from, and without refusing, he reached out and picked up the bottle.

"Nothing you bring is ordinary."

"Alright, I'll accept this apology."

He turned his head and looked at the mess in the yard, feeling both angry and amused.

"I'll have to find someone to clean things up properly later."

As he spoke, Elder Yang walked slowly to Little Black with his hands behind his back, tilted his head back, and looked the horse up and down.

Throughout history, no great general has been immune to the love of horses. As he gazed at them, his eyes lit up.

"Jingchuan, your horse is truly magnificent."

"Even putting aside its ability to fly, just take off its wings; with its size and frame, you won't find another one like it anywhere else in the world."

He moved closer, his gaze falling on Little Black's single horn. He noticed faint electric currents flickering on the horn, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, it can also generate electricity, can it?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingchuan couldn't help but admire the old man's keen eye.

"Yes, it does discharge electricity."

"Seriously, it can no longer be considered a horse."

Elder Yang added a comment.

"Does it have a name?"

Shen Jingchuan reached out and touched Little Black's neck, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Its name is Lightning Radiance Beast."

Elder Yang was startled and stared at the flying horse, remaining silent for a long time.

"Lightning Radiance Beast..."

"Such things probably only exist in High Antiquity myths."

He looked up at Shen Jingchuan.

"I heard you say you went to a special place. Is this horse from that place?"

Shen Jingchuan nodded.

"That's right."

He didn't want to say more, so he changed the subject.

"Elder Yang, I've come all this way just to freeload a meal; I'm still starving."

Elder Yang laughed heartily, flicked his sleeves, and shouted at the guards.

"What are you all standing there for? Where's the breakfast I asked you to prepare?"

The guards then seemed to snap out of their daze, realizing that with such a big incident just now, no one had thought about breakfast; it was all long forgotten. They quickly went off to do their jobs.

Shen Jingchuan turned around and smiled at the guard squad leader.

The squad leader quickly stepped forward, saluted sharply, and looked somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, we didn't know it was you."

Shen Jingchuan waved his hand.

"It's alright, ignorance is no excuse."

"But if you see it again, you won't shoot us with guns, will you?"

The class monitor nodded repeatedly.

"No, no, it won't happen again."

He paused, then added somewhat awkwardly.

"However, according to our security regulations, we would appreciate it if you could let us know before your next visit. This is our responsibility, and we ask for your understanding."

Shen Jingchuan knew that the joke had gone a bit too far today, so he readily agreed.

"Okay, I should apologize to you. I'll definitely be more careful in the future."

Upon hearing this, the squad leader hurriedly saluted again.

"No, no, please don't apologize to me. This is just our job. If you can understand, that's enough."

"Okay, I understand."

Once the conversation started, two orderly came over with some things and quickly wiped the stone table clean. They also took away the tea set to wash.

Before long, a steaming hot breakfast was served.

The breakfasts for retired cadres are not fancy; they consist of a few kinds of congee, accompanied by a few side dishes and pastries, emphasizing lightness and nutrition.

While the dishes were being served, Shen Jingchuan had a sudden thought and took out five porcelain bottles from his Storage Ring, placing them in a row on the table.

"Elder Yang, I've brought back the Life-Extending Pills I promised you."

Elder Yang saw it clearly this time, witnessing him conjure things out of thin air. But he wasn't surprised anymore, after all, even horses with wings had appeared.

He picked up a bottle, uncorked it, and brought it to his nose to smell. Sure enough, it was the same rich medicinal fragrance as before. He smiled, nodded, and carefully put the bottle away.

"Young Friend Shen, please eat first, don't be shy."

He said that, but didn't touch his chopsticks. He got up, walked to the side, took out his phone, and made a call.