Spokesperson, Buzhou Mountain

Could he and that old man not be the same person?

"If we'd never met, how would you know who I was? Don't tell me you don't know me. If you didn't, you should've been surprised when you saw me. You wouldn't have asked 'You're here?' in that tone." I spoke calmly.

He smiled. "Of course I know you, but I thought you shouldn't know me. Since you know me, that means I must have already awakened. Come, sit. Let's talk."

I sat down beside the coffee table, and he poured me a cup of tea. "This is flower tea I made myself. I'm not bragging, but you definitely haven't tasted tea like this before. People always go on about the heavenly nectar at the Queen Mother of the West's Jade Pool banquet, but that's only because they've never had my tea. Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't say that."

He really dared to talk big.

I picked up the teacup, hesitating over whether I should drink it. I was worried he might have tampered with it.

"Oh? Pretty cautious, aren't you? But if I really wanted to kill you, would I need to go to so much trouble? Any little trick would be enough to take your life. Besides, what's our relationship? Why would I hurt you?"

What he said did seem to make sense. With his abilities, killing the current me would be as easy as crushing an ant. There was no need for all these messy schemes.

I took a sip of the tea and froze for a moment. Then I drank the entire cup.

He really hadn't been bragging. The tea was delicious.

I couldn't quite explain how delicious it was. When it came to tea, I was still an outsider.

It was like how a poet could