Zuo Shan Ke and Qian Yu sat facing each other on the palace platform. Between them stood an ancient stone table, upon which rested a pot of clear tea, its fragrance curling through the air.
Zuo Shan Ke poured Qian Yu a cup of tea and smiled. "Heh heh, I made all of these casually. To beings at our level, they amount to nothing."
Qian Yu lifted the teacup without commenting.
To casually forge Supreme Treasures of this caliber—he truly deserved his reputation as the universally acknowledged master artificer.
However, Qian Yu also knew that Zuo Shan Ke came from the Origin Continent. Naturally, his forging methods were beyond comparison with those of artificers from the Primordial Universe.
"I wonder what you wished to discuss with me, Senior? Please speak plainly."
Qian Yu set down his teacup and got straight to the point.
"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Primordial is a straightforward man as well."
Zuo Shan Ke stroked his beard and smiled.
"Then I shall be direct. I do indeed have something I wish to ask of you, Fellow Daoist, though not now."
He paused, his profound gaze settling on Qian Yu.
"If, in the future, you can reach that level... no, you will certainly reach that level. I hope that you and I can make an agreement: one day in the future, help me once."
Qian Yu took a sip of tea without rushing to respond.
He could roughly guess it.
The favor Zuo Shan Ke wanted from him was likely on the Origin Continent—dealing with the Food Nation.
Zuo Shan Ke's homeland, and the enemy that had forced him to flee.
This was no small favor.
"Heh heh, this is no small favor, Senior."
Qian Yu put down his teacup and spoke calmly.
"I can help you. But