After the time it took to burn an incense stick.
The owner slowly came upstairs, supporting his waist, his face livid, swaying with every step.
Chen Xun turned with a profound gaze and smiled. "Owner, it looks like you were injured."
"Haha, pardon the Immortal guest for witnessing such a spectacle." The owner laughed heartily, no longer seeming as frustrated as before. "My wife is not very strong, so I merely lent her a hand."
"May I ask your honored name, Owner?"
Under Black Bull's astonished gaze, Chen Xun actually took out the wine gourd hanging at his waist, as though he intended to invite this newly acquainted owner for a drink...?!
Chen Xun had prepared this wine gourd after arriving in the Three Thousand Immortal Domains. The wine within had all been brewed by his own hand, using local immortal ingredients. Nearly everywhere he went, he would pour a ladleful onto the earth.
Black Bull had asked him about it before. This wine was offered in sacrifice to the "Mountain-River Immortal" of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
Black Bull had never expected Chen Xun to take out something so important before this owner, whom they had only just met.
"This..."
The owner was startled. The tip of his tongue stirred, and the wine bug within him crawled restlessly. He had actually quit drinking many years ago for his wife's sake, which was why he had opened this tea house. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I am Yu Xianfan."
The moment those words were spoken.
It was as though a strange breeze had wound its way out from the depths of time, passing quietly through the half-open window with strands of mottled memories, gently brushing against Chen Xun.
"So it is Brother Yu."
Chen Xun's expression remained unusually calm.