Beneath the coiling peach tree in the courtyard, Zhao Sheng sipped his tea unhurriedly while quietly watching Zhao Tianyi, who had his eyes closed as he circulated his art.
At that moment, great swaths of fiery clouds rose behind Zhao Tianyi. The clouds churned violently, as though some colossal creature were rampaging through their depths, repeatedly trying to break through its shackles and descend into the present world.
Yet it was still lacking that one sliver of opportunity. The fiery-cloud phenomenon churned fiercely for a long time, but in the end, it still failed to let his divine sense merge as one with the Willpower Light.
A long while later, the fiery-cloud phenomenon slowly dispersed. Zhao Tianyi awakened from meditation and opened his eyes, a trace of regret showing in them.
Zhao Tianyi's will was firm, and he soon shook off the shadow of failure.
He immediately rose and bowed down, saying in deep gratitude, "Many thanks, my lord, for bestowing—"
"Enough!"
Before he could finish, Zhao Sheng suddenly cut him off.
"It was only a cup of tea. So what if I give you the whole pot?" Zhao Sheng's expression was calm as he casually pushed the teapot in front of him.
Seeing this, Zhao Tianyi was so moved that a faint flush of deep red rose on his face. He wanted to decline, only to discover that his two thin lips were glued tightly together, unable to open no matter what.
Zhao Sheng glanced at him, then suddenly asked, "Where are the things This Old Man asked for?"
Hearing this, Zhao Tianyi hurriedly stood, took a Sumeru Ring from his robes, and presented it before him with both hands.
"My lord, there are three thousand six hundred and twenty Golden Divine Statues inside, all meeting your requirements. Among