Xu Yi was cautious to a fault, so he secretly kept his guard up. Beside the riotous profusion of exotic flowers and plants, he set out a table and chairs, laid out the tea things, and brewed a pot of fine tea.
Of course, none of this was without purpose. Xu Yi swept his divine sense over the other man, but he showed no reaction at all. That meant he had not cultivated a divine sense. As Xu Yi enveloped the white-robed guest with his divine sense, he also brought his control over him almost to the point of perfection.
He discovered that while he brewed tea with studied nonchalance, the white-robed guest was actually relaxed—relaxed for no apparent reason, and even seeming to find the scene rather pleasing.
He was completely baffled. It was all far too strange. In all his life, he had faced countless enemies, yet he had never encountered one like this.
Even he could hardly believe it, but this man seemed not to regard him as an enemy at all.
Yet that analysis plainly defied logic.
In all his encounters with enemies, Xu Yi had relied on precise analysis and rigorous logic to devise countless tactics and leave nothing to chance.
But everything before him clearly showed that his analysis and logic were at odds with each other.
With a clack, the exquisite teacup lid painted with a spring mountain at dusk toppled over.
The white-robed guest smiled faintly. "Looks like Brother Xu is a little nervous. What is it, trying to figure out my background? Or worried I might harm you?"
Xu Yi laughed heartily. "If I didn't do that, Your Excellency would probably keep staring at me forever. How else would I get you to speak?"
The white-robed guest gave a cold snort.