Just as Lin Xiao Tian quietly sat there beneath the cold evening sky, Han Leu suddenly appeared outside the courtyard once again.
"Sect Master," he said respectfully. "Zhang Qingyue and Fairy Chu have arrived."
Hearing this, Lin Xiao Tian slowly stood up once more.
Although he had recovered slightly during the past few days, the exhaustion lingering across his face still remained impossible to fully hide.
The calmness within his eyes had also become much heavier than before. He quietly looked toward Han Leu afterward. "Invite them in."
As he spoke, the stone table within the pavilion quietly rearranged itself once again. Four jade cups slowly appeared while fresh spiritual tea began boiling softly nearby.
Not long afterward, Chu Yue and Zhang Qingyue slowly entered the courtyard.
The moment Lin Xiao Tian saw Zhang Qingyue's expression, he immediately understood how restless she had been these past days expectation and paranoia filled her face.
