After the banquet ended, Xiao Yu returned to the small courtyard where he had once lived.
Zi Yan had not followed him. Whatever else the little brat might be, she was still a girl, and there was only one bed in the courtyard. He certainly could not share it with her.
To that end, Xiao Yu had even tossed the Spirit-Gathering Array to Zi Yan before finally shaking off that troublesome little imp.
Opening the courtyard's wooden gate, Xiao Yu stepped inside.
The familiar wooden house, the familiar stone table and chairs-he reached out to run a hand over them, yet found not a speck of dust.
"It's still this clean after I've been away so long. Second Uncle must have had someone clean it regularly."
Looking around the courtyard where he had lived for so many years, Xiao Yu recalled his old days of slacking off. Back then, he had been a weakling with a measly five points of combat power, nothing compared to his current Dou Zong cultivation.
But those days had been wonderfully carefree.
At that thought, Xiao Yu went over to the stone table and sat down. With a sweep of his hand, a teapot and teacup appeared on its smooth white surface.
He had taken these with him when he left the courtyard. He had been using them ever since he came to this world.
Whatever the object, once Xiao Yu grew accustomed to using it, he would not replace it, even if he found something better.
There was still tea in the pot, and it was still hot. Xiao Yu poured himself a cup and savored it slowly.
The tea's bitterness and sweetness seemed less like flavors than memories, lingering on Xiao Yu's tongue long after each sip.
The sky was lovely that night,