"Did something happen to the Spirit Maple?"
"But I went to see it just the day before yesterday, and I didn't notice anything wrong."
"Stop."
At Xu Zizhen's barrage of questions, Uncle Xu gave a wry smile, the corner of his mouth lifting helplessly.
"We'll talk about it after we eat."
"There's no need to rush."
Seeing that Xu Zizhen still looked impatient and reluctant to wait, Uncle Xu lifted his teacup and took a small sip. He furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying hesitantly, "Actually, this is just a feeling I have."
"I'm not sure about it either."
"So I wanted to tell Master Xiao and see if I'm just imagining things."
"Knock, knock~"
The sudden knock at the door quieted the room.
"Come in."
Uncle Xu called out loudly.
A waiter came in with the dishes.
Before long, the table was laden with food.
Uncle Xu poured a bowl of soup and handed it to Xiao Xiao. "Master Xiao, have some soup first."
Then he poured another bowl and handed it to Xu Zizhen. Seeing the faintly aggrieved look in his nephew's eyes, he couldn't help smiling. "Zizhen, you'll have more energy to talk once you've eaten your fill."
"...All right."
Xu Zizhen knew he was being a little too impatient.
After all, his uncle was going to talk about the Spirit Maple, so he couldn't help getting excited.
Once everyone had nearly finished eating, Uncle Xu finally explained why he had come to see Master Xiao.
"Yesterday wasn't the first time I'd felt it."
It was a somewhat puzzling way to begin.
Xiao Xiao and Xu Zizhen stayed quiet, listening attentively.
"The last few times I went to see the Spirit Maple, I had a faint sense of the