Now that the Mysterious Trace Array had been set up and the aura of the Spirit Gathering Array completely concealed, He Song finally let out a sigh of relief.
Now.
He no longer needed to worry about his identity as an array master being exposed.
With the Mysterious Trace Array in place, even if He Song brought someone into the quiet room, that person would never know they had already been enveloped by two arrays.
Nor would they imagine that the utterly ordinary He Song before them was actually an array master.
The Mysterious Trace Array had been completed.
He Song left the quiet room and returned to his chamber.
Sitting beside the desk, He Song brewed himself a cup of tea.
A faint fragrance of tea spread through the room.
It gradually restored his somewhat weary mind after setting up the array.
He took a light sip.
The unusual flavor left He Song slightly puzzled.
But then.
Ping'er's figure suddenly flashed through his mind.
Ping'er from the Spirit Skill Pavilion.
Three years ago, Ping'er had given He Song a box of fine tea.
Three years later, He Song brewed a pot of tea from that box in his own room.
In the blink of an eye, three years had already passed.
He wondered whether Ping'er, who had personally brought him that box of tea back then, had the time now.
Whether he could fulfill his promise and invite her to drink with him while he sat alone.
An invitation separated by three years did seem rather long.
After pondering briefly, a sheet of thin paper appeared in He Song's hand.
"Fellow Daoist Ping'er, three years ago, you gifted me a box of fine tea. I am deeply grateful, but mundane affairs were too numerous and weighed upon my mind."