This lotus-seed world had already turned crimson across half its expanse. Great swathes of blood-red sky crashed down in chunks, dyeing everything in their path red.
The Heavenly Wind still howled, and there was blood in the wind too, like the wail of this world.
It truly was an apocalyptic sight.
Yet Chongxuan Zun was still reading and brewing tea!
Jiang Wang arrived in his vessel, and the tension in his throat finally eased. "You... love studying a little too much."
Chongxuan Zun had originally been willing to exchange a few thoughts on reading—if the person opposite him had not been Jiang Wang.
Without a trace, he put away his book and raised a hand in an exquisitely aristocratic gesture. "What makes a fine moment, if not an old friend met in a foreign land, a clay stove greeted by snow? Please, have a seat. I brought fine tea from East State. Let us drink together."
The Qiongqi, continuously being drained of blood, seemed frozen into a mountain range, utterly motionless. Moonlight fell softly, condensing into exactly six chairs.
And not to mention, their designs were rather exquisite at a glance—clearly the work of a master craftsman.
"I told you we shouldn't have bothered with this bastard!" Dou Zhao kicked the chair before him flying and cursed, "We came all this way just to watch him make a spectacle of himself!"
Chongxuan Zun looked at him with a half-smile. "I told you to leave, but you refused. You even wanted to leave with me. Now that something has happened, you blame me instead?"
"I'm not used to sitting in other people's chairs." As Jiang Wang spoke, he casually pressed downward, producing a wooden grand tutor chair engraved with the words 'White Jade Capital Restaurant.' He sat down in grand fashion