Above the leaden clouds, an exquisite octagonal pavilion appeared out of thin air.
The pavilion was forged entirely from snow-white mist, its eaves sweeping upward as clouds swirled around it, forming one seamless whole.
Inside the pavilion stood a cloud table and four cloud stools.
Yun Heng still wore that same lazy posture, sitting with his body tilted to one side.
To his right sat a medium-built middle-aged man with a stern face.
The man had a square face, sharply angled brows, tightly pursed lips, and a chilling air that warned all strangers to keep their distance.
He was none other than Li Guitang, the Investigation Bureau's director-general, ranked fourth on the Martial Immortal List and known as the "Killing God Spear." He had just hurried to the Western Frontier at Yun Heng's invitation.
To Yun Heng's left sat Zhang Luye, a hulking man whose muscles were as massive as a mountain. Yet at this moment, he sat like a lackey.
He shifted east, then west, utterly unsure where to put his backside. He looked deeply uncomfortable.
Once everyone had settled in, Yun Heng flicked his wrist, and a petite teapot formed from white clouds appeared in his palm.
With another wave of his hand, four warm, jade-like cloud cups "grew" out of thin air on the cloud table.
He leisurely poured tea into all four cups. His manner was relaxed, and the clear, crisp fragrance of tea instantly filled the entire cloud pavilion.
The milky-white tea swirled in the cups, sometimes forming swimming fish and sometimes transforming into coiling dragons. It was extraordinarily strange.
"Come, have a taste. This is my family's secret Cloud Mist Tea. Ordinary people can't get a sip." Yun Heng smiled warmly and raised a hand in invitation.
"Hmph!"
Li Guitang gave a displeased snort.