The attendant immediately received the order and briskly exited the room.
Only then did Yu Caisheng lean on the long bench, looking at Lu Wufei beside him brewing tea, and continued their previous conversation: "Where have you been all these years, junior brother?"
With a practiced motion, Lu Wufei stirred the tea utensils and replied, "What else could it be? I've been cultivating my path..."
Hearing Lu Wufei's words,
Yu Caisheng glanced attentively at his junior brother across from him.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that Lu's aura, ethereal and inconsistent, seemed as though it could disappear at any moment, yet it seemed nonexistent.
But Lu was unmistakably seated right in front of him.
Upon closer examination, he felt an overwhelming sense of terror, deep as the abyss, and profound as the mighty ocean, swiftly rising from the depths of his heart. The more he felt, the stronger the terror.
