"Young Master Jiang, this is the first time you've come to find me of your own accord."
In the courtyard halfway up a low peak, the dozing old man slowly opened his eyes and saw Jiang Lin standing outside.
"Come in. I don't have any good tea here, so bear with me and don't be picky."
Jiang Lin nodded, walked into the courtyard, and sat down in front of Matchmaker Old Man.
Matchmaker Old Man boiled and brewed the tea without using any magic at all. He was just like an ordinary old man receiving his granddaughter's husband.
"These days haven't been easy, have they?" Matchmaker Old Man leaned forward and poured Jiang Lin a cup of tea. The old man and the young man somehow formed a scene of serene harmony.
In the Ancient Times, who had the leisure or elegance to brew tea? They did not even know what "tea" was. The so-called "tea" was merely one kind of medicinal plant.
But after the Ancient Times, the two worlds gradually discovered the existence of "tea."
Without anyone teaching them, more and more people and demons began drinking tea.
However, the number of times Matchmaker Old Man had poured tea for others could be counted on one hand.
And Jiang Lin was the only person for whom he had personally boiled, brewed, and poured tea.
"It really hasn't been easy." Jiang Lin gave a bitter smile. "But if possible, I hope it can continue like this for the rest of my life. Only, the place wouldn't be the Vast and Righteous World, nor the Demon Race World."
If it was neither the Demon Race World nor the Vast and Righteous World, then there was only the new world—a world without any division between the righteous and the demons.
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