Amid the swirling clouds and mist, a green mountain peak pierced through the haze. At its summit, inside a small pavilion, two people sat facing each other.
After pouring two cups of tea, Zhao Li raised his cup in greeting and took a sip on his own. As though something had occurred to him, he said, "You came?"
Xiao Yan froze slightly. A certain memory welled up, and he tried answering, "I came."
Seeing the slightly nervous look on Xiao Yan's face, Zhao Li felt like teasing him. His expression turned solemn, and an almost imperceptible pressure spread from him.
"You shouldn't have come."
One had to know that, to this Pocket World, he was an existence comparable to the Heavenly Dao. In that instant, Xiao Yan felt as if he had been abandoned, as if he were falling into the Abyss, doomed beyond redemption.
Fortunately, it lasted only an instant. What followed was the ease of having matched the secret signal, and a joy similar to meeting an old friend in a foreign land, yet even harder to describe.
"But I still came!"
After saying that, his nervousness seemed to vanish along with his words. Xiao Yan picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.
Seeing this, Zhao Li stopped teasing the young man before him. He merely refilled his cup and said unhurriedly, "You seem to have many questions. Go on. What do you want to know?"
Xiao Yan grew serious again. Though they were from the same homeland, Zhao Li had already reached the peak of this world, and his blessings had touched one corner of it. He was worthy of respect from a junior like him. After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan finally asked the doubt in his heart.
"Senior seems to treat