"This painting contains the universe."
The old man took the book that the little jerk had placed on the chair and threw it into the drawing paper. The book disappeared and reappeared in the drawing the next moment.
Chu he did not say anything. With a move of his palm, a pot of tea and two cups appeared in his hands.
After filling the teacup, he picked up a cup for himself and then extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation to the old man.
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The old man's lips trembled.
"The universe inside this map is very big!"
He explained.
Chu he nodded to show that he understood.
The old man,"Yingluo."
The old man suddenly fell silent. Chu he tilted his head and felt strange.
Treating a guest to a cup of tea was basic courtesy. He had not seen a guest for a long time and had just remembered it.
Why didn't he say anything after he poured the tea?
It was over with one universe accumulation?
It felt more than that, right?
