In less than half a day, Chen Heng, who was meditating atop the cliff, suddenly seemed to sense something. He slowly ceased circulating his Mystery Art, and the Gang Wind vortex around him instantly dispersed, leaving the spiritual energies to drift in their former misty state.
He lifted his eyelids and looked up.
A streak of purple light was winding through the clouds toward him. Its aura was not particularly powerful, merely ordinary, and its flight was not especially swift.
When it drew near.
The radiance faded, revealing a young cultivator.
He appeared to be around twenty, stood seven feet tall, and had handsome, refined features. Wearing a kudzu-fiber cap and a black robe with broad sleeves, he possessed an uncommon bearing, like waters flowing east, giving off a sense of vigorous vitality.
Standing amid the clouds, he looked at Chen Heng. Surprise flickered in his eyes before vanishing, and he simply smiled and said:
"My greetings. It seems you already anticipated this, Junior Fellow Disciple?"
"Senior Brother Shen Cheng, I presume? Please."
Chen Heng smiled faintly and rose to return the greeting. With a wave of his hand, a green jade table and two meditation cushions flew out of his Sleeve Pouch, followed by two cups of clear tea.
Their fragrance wafted outward, and a single breath of it left the mind tranquil and refreshed.
Shen Cheng suspected nothing. Cupping his hands, he openly took a seat at the table, raised a cup to his lips, and sipped.
He closed his eyes to savor it. A fresh fragrance filled his mouth, delicious and sweet in its aftertaste, reaching straight into his mind. He praised it and said:
"This must be the Changyou Xie Clan's Glory Needle tea? It has been years since I last tasted it. Thanks to you,