The lush cypress trees were planted on both sides of the road, their dense branches stirring in the breeze.
An old man dressed in coarse blue cloth sat beneath a tree, with sunlight casting hazy shadows across his face through the gaps in the thick foliage.
The tea cup in front of him was still emitting wisps of steam.
"Would you like a cup?" The old man sat on the other side of the wooden table, with three tea cups before him.
One was for himself, and the other two were for Xu Zimei and Styx.
With hair white as frost, the old man's face was etched with the ravages of time.
The moment Xu Zimei saw the old man's face, he froze completely.
"Xiao Dingtian," he murmured softly in disbelief.
Who would have thought that such an elderly man would possess such an imposing name.
"Lord of light," Styx whispered softly on the side.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Zimei asked, frowning at Styx.
