The fragrance of tea drifted through the living room.
A fresh, delicate aroma filled the air...
"So…"
"Those Cult Demons are plotting to assassinate me?"
Qin Yang raised a finger, tracing the writhing dragon on the robe as he glanced sidelong at Li Zixuan. "And there might even be a Venerable Realm Demon involved?"
"Yes… that's the gist of it, Teacher."
Li Zixuan spoke softly as she poured tea into a cup, reiterating the details about the Divine Sect. "This is a serious matter, Teacher. You must be careful. I have faith in your power, but those Demons will stop at nothing."
"They're even willing to self-destruct… I'm just so worried…"
"Enough. I understand. Say no more."
Qin Yang nodded. He calmly set down the Rusted Dragon Brocade Robe and said slowly, "I will be more careful from now on. If you have any other questions, disciple, speak freely. I need to return to my meditation and cannot linger."
"Um…"
