Qin Tian headed to Wang Tianqing's Blessed Land.
"You've arrived."
Wang Tianqing was amidst the Blessed Land. Upon seeing Qin Tian today, he spoke softly, his tone flat, unhurried.
Qin Tian looked at Wang Tianqing, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, meditating, without glancing at Qin Tian.
"Sit down. I'm currently healing, give me five minutes."
Wang Tianqing said.
Healing?
Qin Tian was taken aback, he froze, especially as he connected the dots, his mood suddenly grew heavy.
By Wang Tianqing's seat, a chair was already waiting for Qin Tian. Even the tea on the seat was already brewed—made from the fresh Maojian tea from Xuanyuan Mountain, its mist evident that it was freshly brewed.
Looks like he anticipated my visit, Qin Tian thought as he sat down.
From Wang Tianqing's previously calm demeanor and the tea in front of him, Qin Tian deduced that Wang Tianqing knew he would visit today.
He savored the tea while waiting for Wang Tianqing to heal.
