The next morning.
The eastern glow had just begun to stain the sky.
The intoxicating sea of clouds was like a dream. Bai Piaopiao sat quietly in an elegant pavilion atop the mountain, her eyes filled with anticipation. Even the scenery around her seemed more beautiful than usual.
She poured the tea herself as she waited nervously.
After a long while.
A servant came treading across the sea of clouds and bowed respectfully.
"Reporting to White Emperor."
"Young Master Yi has not yet risen. We did not dare disturb him."
As soon as the words fell.
Bai Piaopiao was briefly stunned, but she did not blame him. With a light wave of her jade hand, she dismissed the servant.
Only after there was no one left in sight.
Did a trace of disappointment appear in her clear eyes.
Yesterday.
She had sent an invitation through a servant, asking Yi Feng to share tea with her early this morning.
Before dawn had even broken.
She had already come here to prepare the tea set. She had even brought out Saint Grade immortal tea. It was exceedingly precious—only one jin was produced every ten thousand years. Apart from Su Jie, no one else had ever received such treatment.
Yi Feng definitely would not break his promise...
Why had he not risen yet?
With doubt and unease, she gazed toward the distant sea of clouds.
Only then did Bai Piaopiao notice that the eastern clouds were just beginning to brighten.
It seemed...
It was still a little too early.
Realizing this, Bai Piaopiao smiled softly, secretly annoyed with herself.
"How did I lose my composure like this... Good thing no one saw..."
Just as she murmured to herself.
A servant came treading on clouds from the distant sea of clouds once more.
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