Daoist Jieyin froze for a moment, then said awkwardly, "No, no. I just came over for a cup of tea and a casual chat."
"A casual chat?" Sect Master Tongtian looked at him scrutinizingly. "You came all the way from the Western Land to the East Sea just for a cup of tea?"
"Ahem..." Daoist Jieyin gave two dry coughs. "I also came by to see my nephew-disciple."
Sect Master Tongtian did not ask any further questions, but his eyes made it obvious that he did not believe him.
Qingyuan, however, remained expressionless and continued pouring tea for Daoist Jieyin.
The atmosphere fell quiet for a while.
Sect Master Tongtian set down his teacup and glanced at Daoist Jieyin.
"Since there is nothing else, please return first, Daoist. Qingyuan and I have some confidential matters to discuss."
He was directly asking his guest to leave.
Daoist Jieyin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back. He looked at Sect Master Tongtian, then at Qingyuan. He stood up, then sat back down.
"Actually..." He hesitated.
Sect Master Tongtian grew impatient. "If you have something to say, say it. If you need to fart, let it out. Do you think we have nothing better to do than sit here wasting time with you?"
His words were utterly blunt.
Sect Master Tongtian had always had a fiery temper.
Although he had restrained himself considerably after the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, his nature had not changed.
He had already hinted twice that Daoist Jieyin should leave, yet Daoist Jieyin still lingered. He no longer saw any need to be polite.
"Senior Brother Tongtian, Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan, here is the matter." Daoist Jieyin sighed and finally spoke. "Western Flourishing is about to begin, but the Journey to the West has yet