Jing Jiu lay in the Chan Room, asleep and unwaking, neither dead nor alive.
Xilai stood by the lake, holding Yin Phoenix as he contemplated the sword, neither speaking nor saying a word.
Against this backdrop, Yuan Qu and Zhuo Rusui walked in carrying tea utensils and cradling a hotpot. The scene looked absurd from every angle.
Zhao Layue remained calm, however, and asked, "Why did you only get here now?"
The azure bird had returned with news, True Person Guangyuan and Nan Wang had arrived, the Green Mountain Sword Boat had arrived, and even the houses beside the lotus pond had been repaired before these two fellows finally came.
Carrying an iron kettle, Yuan Qu bowed in greeting, looking just like a teahouse attendant. "Master, we went to find a few things."
The hotpot was boiling, the charcoal inside glowing red. One could imagine how hot it was to hold. Zhuo Rusui was not afraid, but still felt rather awkward. "It takes time for the broth to boil!"
Zhao Layue knew what they were thinking and waved them off to set up a table beneath the veranda themselves.
Yuan Qu set the iron kettle and teacups on the veranda floor, ran off to ask the Shitais for a small stove, and began brewing tea.
Zhuo Rusui put down the hotpot and went to borrow a table and chairs, sighing all the way.
Hearing the commotion, Xilai walked from the lakeside through the Chan Room to the veranda. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the bustle, not knowing what everyone was doing.
On their way here, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had already learned that the Western Sea Sword God was here, and that his cultivation realm was even more unfathomable than before. Seeing him appear now, they instantly became