Hu Feng looked over the room, decorated in a distinctly classical Eastern style, and felt an immense sense of familiarity.
Liu Lang sat cross-legged opposite Hu Feng, unhurriedly arranging the simple wooden tea set he carried with him. Steam was already rising from the hanging stove beside him.
A moment later, the aged Pandaren offered tea with both hands. Hu Feng put on no airs and immediately accepted it with both hands, then took a careful sip.
"Sweetness and bitterness together. Not bad..."
Liu Lang chuckled softly and nodded.
"I never expected the Divine Lord to understand tea as well. These are the tender leaves from century-old tea trees atop Kun-Lai Snow Mountain. Since I have the honor of sitting upon the ground and speaking with the Titan Divine Lord today, naturally I had to offer them."
Liu Lang had a plump build—or rather, no Pandaren could truly be called slender. Every one of them was round and chubby, naturally giving off an air of peace.
His graying beard hung all the way to his chest, and beside him rested an ancient wooden staff with a slightly curved top.
"A friend comes from afar. Is that not a joy?" Hu Feng nodded and replied with a smile.
Liu Lang looked delighted. "The Divine Lord even understands our Pandaren sayings. I am impressed."
"I observed your turtle earlier, Master. His name is Shenzhenzi, correct? That turtle has tremendous potential... Given enough time, he will surely grow into a colossal creature as large as an island."
Liu Lang smiled and nodded. "That is right. He is my old companion. Ever since I chose this path, he has accompanied me across the world. Even out at sea, he can listen to this old man talk."
"Master, do you know how to enter and