"Go open the gate," Chen Mu said to Ye Qingcheng with a wave of his hand.
A visitor was a guest. It really would not be proper to shut him out.
"Yes!" Ye Qingcheng immediately went to answer the gate.
She opened the courtyard gate. In the moonlight, she saw an old man with white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard, dressed entirely in white.
On the surface, he looked like someone in the twilight of his years, yet his face brimmed with vigor, not a whit inferior to any young man's.
"Who might you be?" Judging by his attire, Ye Qingcheng did not think the old man belonged to the Tianyuan Holy Land.
He was most likely a visitor from elsewhere.
"Zhuang Fan, master of the Enlightenment Dao Manor on Heavenly Spirit Mountain," the old man introduced himself.
"Heavenly Spirit Mountain, master of the Enlightenment Dao Manor... You're the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor from a thousand years ago?!"
Ye Qingcheng suddenly recalled the legends behind the name Zhuang Fan.
"That's all in the past, hardly worth mentioning. These days, I'm nothing more than a tea farmer," Zhuang Fan said with a smile.
He had long since forgotten his former glory and felt no lingering attachment to it.
He placed greater importance on cherishing the present.
Heavenly Spirit Mountain, the Enlightenment Dao Manor, the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor...
Hearing those names, Chen Mu could hardly fail to guess why Zhuang Fan had come.
He must have come for the Top-Grade Enlightenment Tea.
Before the Top-Grade Enlightenment Tea appeared, only he and his Heavenly Spirit Mountains had been able to grow and harvest Enlightenment Tea in this world.
Now, whether in yield or effectiveness, his Enlightenment Tea was being thoroughly trounced by the newcomer.
It would have been strange if