Di Ting, a Passing Stranger

There was actually a tea room here.

No one could have imagined that there would be a tea room within the Netherworld Blood Sea.

There was none of that red mist in the tea room, the kind that filled me with hostility just by looking at it.

The tea room had a warm color scheme, even making one feel peaceful and refreshed.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat across from me, looking at me with a faint smile on his face.

He pointed to the chair opposite him. I sat down, and he poured me a cup of tea he had already prepared and placed it before me.

"This tea is quite good," he said.

I picked it up and took a sip, but I couldn't tell what kind of tea it was. "This is..."

"Just think of it as spirit tea. This tea doesn't exist in your world. I'm not showing off; the environment over there is simply too poor. A few hundred years ago, this tea wouldn't have been anything special even in your world."

I really couldn't refute that, since he was telling the truth.

He said the environment in our world was too poor, and in my view, that was indeed the case.

"This tea really is good."

"If you like it, I'll give you some when you leave."

"So you invited me here just to drink tea?"

"Not entirely. I merely wanted to tell you that Xu Qiuyan will be very safe here."

I looked at him. "Does that include the torment your disciples and their descendants inflicted on her as a form of safety?"

"Torment? Perhaps it looks like torment to you, but things aren't always as you imagine. That's because you don't know what's inside her body. If you did, you wouldn't say that. I'm doing