"Fellow Daoist Ruogu, Fellow Daoist Shen."
Qi Sibai sat upright in front of the low table in the room, smiling and nodding at the two people who walked in, making a gesture of invitation.
In front of him, two cups of tea were already placed, steam curling up, with the temperature just right.
By the looks of it, the tea had been brewed for a while.
He had also been waiting for a while.
Chen Kuang stepped forward, sat opposite him, and bluntly asked:
"Brother Qi, did you already know that I would encounter that Demon Sword?"
Qi Sibai smiled and said, "Didn't I tell Fellow Daoist Ruogu earlier, it doesn't matter if ability is limited, having the heart is sufficient."
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and leisurely said, "Now it seems, my address wasn't left in vain."
Chen Kuang was speechless.
