Chen Lisha turned around somewhat shyly, withdrawing her hand from beneath Wu Xiaoyu's.
"Cough."
Wu Xiaoyu coughed awkwardly.
Shen Yu had originally intended to leave.
He had only come here to meet this former monarch.
Now that he had met him, there was no need for him to remain.
However, perhaps Wu Xiaoyu had seen through Shen Yu's intentions, because he spoke up. "Excuse me..."
Wu Xiaoyu did not know the other man's name or identity, so he naturally could not address him directly.
Yet from the faint, elusive aura the other man gave off, Wu Xiaoyu was certain that he was no ordinary person.
In that instant, a thought flashed through Wu Xiaoyu's mind.
He finally understood what that mysterious, indescribable feeling about the other man was.
Clearly, the man was sitting across from him like an ordinary person, even calmly and unhurriedly drinking tea. He did not look at all like some immortal detached from the mortal world.
But his eyes...
That indifference toward people and matters was not entirely the lofty disdain of one looking down upon all living things. Rather, it was as though he simply stood at a great height, overlooking the masses below.
Those mortals could only stand upon the ground, raising their heads to gaze up at him with awe and reverence.
He could have ignored everything and done nothing.
Yet he still allowed those people to enter his gaze.
Indifferent yet accepting, lonely yet gentle.
Seemingly contradictory, yet perfectly fused within him.
A... lonely, gentle god.
Wu Xiaoyu could not help blurting out, "Your Highness."
It was the first time Shen Yu had been addressed that way.
Still, if it was Wu Xiaoyu, it was not all that strange.
Wu Xiaoyu had once stood at the pinnacle of a world. He had