A black-robed man sat inside, drinking tea by himself.
Yu Ziqing's face was as calm as water as he stepped toward the pavilion.
Seeing the man, even though the black robe was utterly unremarkable and there was no aura to be sensed, Yu Ziqing could distinguish merely from subtle movements that this was an old acquaintance.
Yu Ziqing wanted to laugh; he had been waiting for him.
If he hadn't come, Yu Ziqing would have figured out a way to lure him over.
Without him, how else could he deliver certain messages?
He couldn't very well drag Old Song out to stroll around again.
Well, Old Song was indeed a backup plan.
Thinking about what he had to do next, he borrowed the strength of the Five Little Ones to forcibly suppress his laughter.
"What are you holding back?"
The black-robed man asked.
"If I could defeat you, I would have already struck you down."
"Then you'd better hold it in. If you make a move, I'll have no excuse to spare your life."
