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"So you really prepared a tea party?" Zhiyan looked at the warm steam wafting from the giant dragon teacup, grumbling, "Can't we skip this formality?"
Beneath an old tree with a somewhat bare canopy, a closely-fitted round table constructed of bones appeared at the snap of the giant dragon's fingers. Lyle boiled tea in a clay pot, pouring it into his own porcelain cup, while Naslan's specter maids always stuffed a set of tea service into his leather bag. Zhiyan sat on a bone chair generously provided by the giant dragon, his attention shifting to the blood and bone-constructed seat beneath Lyle.
"Is the Plague Doctor really just your student, Giant Dragon? His Spirit Summoning Studies seem to be no less proficient than yours."
