Lu Yin would never have imagined that, while traveling through spacetime, he would see Zhaoran—and still wearing that same innocent, bewildered expression. Her eyes seemed to speak, full of confusion, as she poured tea for the person seated before her.
"That's poison, isn't it?" Heluo Mebis couldn't help asking, watching Zhaoran pour the flower tea.
"It should be," Chu Yuan said gravely. Every time the sword carried them through spacetime, they witnessed a major event from history. Could something major happen here too? Everything seemed so peaceful.
Lu Yin's eyebrows lifted. Poison? No, that was tea—flower tea. It looked poisonous, but tasted wonderful. He never thought he hadn't been the first to try that kind of tea. So who was the person sitting there?
The seated man lowered his head to sip his tea, his face hidden from view.
"Is it good?" Zhaoran asked, blinking her wide eyes with eager anticipation.
The man set down his cup and looked up with a warm smile. "It's good, Zhaoran. Pour me another cup."
"Okay." Zhaoran turned happily and hummed as she gathered petals.
Only then did everyone get a good look at the man. He was middle-aged, barely into his thirties, yet most of his hair had turned white. His face was haggard, and he was so thin that he looked little more than skin and bones.
His smile was warm, though his features were somewhat ugly. But when people saw his smile, they couldn't help overlooking his appearance.
Who was he?
Lu Yin stared at the man. He had never seen him before.
Suddenly, the ocean boiled. Zhaoran looked up in alarm and glanced around. At some point, countless withered yellow strands of hair had appeared in the air, stretching in from every direction as a desolate voice rang out. "Ku