"How could that be? Please, take a seat, fellow Daoist."
The instant the Master of the Forbidden Zone finished speaking, a very simple tea table appeared before the Thatched Cottage, along with two Tree-Stump Seats.
Judging by the grain of the Tree-Stump Seats, they must have been left behind by the tree he had slain.
"What refined tastes." Di Yi sat on one of the stumps and spoke.
"I have simply spent too long whiling away the hours and contemplating nature. It hardly counts as refined taste." The Master of the Forbidden Zone also sat down and spoke with great elegance.
At the same time, after he sat down, two figures appeared beside him, approaching with a teapot and teacups. With impeccable etiquette, they brewed the tea, turning the cups to swirl its fragrance.
"Are these your disciples?" Di Yi looked at the two figures who had appeared, a young man and woman who both looked around twenty.
Yet despite their appearance, their eyes held the passage of seas turning into mulberry fields. The years they had lived were certainly very long.
"Senior, we are our lord's attendants, not his disciples," the woman replied as she poured the tea.
She was dressed like an Immortal, beautiful and ethereal, fresh and free of worldly vulgarity. Her face reflected the tranquility of passing years, and she seemed unconcerned about being merely an attendant.
"Is that so?" Di Yi was somewhat surprised. He could discern the true strength of the man and woman before him. Neither was weak, at least in this newborn world.
A moment later, he withdrew his gaze, looked around the area, and said, "What a pity. Such a fine place, yet there is only us."
"There is nothing to regret. Everyone has their own path." The Master of the