"In that case, I will humbly accept your offer."
Xiao Chen didn't refuse, graciously taking a seat across the square table.
His crisp, decisive movement took True Monarch Can Ye slightly by surprise.
To face an unfamiliar Nascent Soul True Monarch with such composure, neither obsequious nor arrogant, was no simple feat.
Many cultivators would feel nervous just seeing their own clan's patriarch, let alone a stranger.
True Monarch Can Ye thus became even more certain that Xiao Chen's background was anything but simple, which must be the source of his profound confidence.
He reached for the teapot and poured a cup. "Young friend, your timing is perfect. The tea has just finished steeping."
"You should try it while it's hot. The flavor won't be as good once it cools."
Xiao Chen's gaze swept over the pale, tender buds drifting in the cup. A rich, fragrant aroma, carried on a wave of heat, wafted toward him.
'It's fine. He wasn't afraid of the heat.'
