Yin-Yang Puppet

Dream Hall.

In the empty reception hall, only two people sat around a tea table.

"My tea leaves are practically expired. It's rare for you to visit, so I finally had a reason to brew some. Still, I'm not used to Hua Nation tea. This bitter, astringent taste is nowhere near as good as strong liquor."

Meng Tianwang said as he brewed the tea, dressed in an exquisite brocade robe.

Since he did not enjoy tea, his movements while brewing it were clearly somewhat unpracticed.

Across from him sat a young man of around twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

The young man was about 1.8 meters tall and wore casual black clothing. He had an Eastern face, narrow single-lidded eyes, and exceedingly ordinary features. In a crowd, he absolutely would not draw anyone's attention.

The only unusual thing about him was his pair of Heterochromatic Eyes, one black and one purple.

The young man was named Wang Mian. Half a month ago, he had officially joined the Pure Land and become Meng Tianwang's apostle.

Before Wang Mian became an apostle, Meng Tianwang already had two apostles.

One Heavenly King and two apostles—this was the Pure Land's usual arrangement.

Two days before Wang Mian arrived, one of those apostles had suddenly died without any warning.

Wang Mian then silently took the dead man's place.

Wang Mian had not participated in the apostles' debut. Disliking social interaction, he had always kept to himself and remained very low-key.

Not only did the Heavenly Kings not know his identity, even most apostles did not know who he was.

"I merely possess part of Hua Nation blood. I don't count as a true Hua Nation native."

Wang Mian lifted his teacup and took a light sip. Only after feeling the fragrance of tea spread through his mouth