Above the white clouds, Chen Hai and Li Xuanfeng, who seemed to be laughing and chatting just moments ago, suddenly found the conversation irreconcilable.
The atmosphere grew tense, and both fell silent, their eyes fixed on each other.
Although the Immortal Tea brewed with Rootless Water was fragrant, when Li Xuanfeng drank it, it felt tasteless, as if he were chewing wax.
He was inherently proud and lofty, rarely giving a direct glance to anyone he didn't acknowledge.
He admired Chen Hai, believing that only such a favored youth was worthy to associate with him and journey together on the path of seeking truth.
For this reason, he always maintained considerable patience when dealing with Chen Hai.
How many times had he attempted to invite Chen Hai, only to be rejected? Li Xuanfeng had already lost count.
Before, even when refusing his overtures, Chen Hai would do so politely, merely stating that he would consider.
