Gai Jiuyou and Xiang Yufei finished a pot of tea on pins and needles, left a coin behind, called out a farewell, and hurried away.
They ran as though some monstrous flood or savage beast were chasing them.
Sickly Gai Jiuyou no longer stooped or hunched. He strode like the wind, running even faster than Xiang Yufei.
He had been the one talking to Tai all along, and his hand had shaken the most as they drank their tea. Of course he had to run faster now.
Gai Jiuyou still remembered Tai's expression perfectly: Are you making a joke at my expense?
Even after leaving A Certain Tea House, Gai Jiuyou's heart was still racing.
Of course he hadn't been making a joke at Tai's expense.
But he had figured that, to someone like the Heavenly Emperor, the mightiest of Immortal Kings, eight thousand years would surely pass in the blink of an eye.
So he had come to tell the Heavenly Emperor in advance and see whether he agreed.
Besides, those who knew about the relationship between Tai and Meng Chuan, apart from the Dao Realm Emperors, had plenty of theories.
A clone or incarnation, a Dao Fruit, a severed fragment of consciousness—the guesses ran the gamut.
Gai Jiuyou had thought that by coming to give Tai an early heads-up, he could get the news to the Heavenly Emperor too.
Who could have guessed Tai would make a face like that?
It had given the Sickly Old Man quite a fright.
"Hey, Old Xiang, how are you so calm?" Gai Jiuyou looked at Xiang Yufei. The two had been partners for around twenty thousand years.
One could say that, throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, no one knew either of them better than the other.
"What are you