In the Purgatory, Ye Qingtian hadn't experienced the changes brought by the four seasons for a long time. Therefore, even the biting cold wind seemed like something worth experiencing to him.
"Old Master Ye," Zhu Lie said respectfully upon entering the balcony.
Ye Qingtian nodded and casually said, "Once winter passes, spring should come, right?"
Zhu Lie couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind Ye Qingtian's words. Once winter passes, what else could follow but spring? Hence, he dared not respond carelessly, lest he misunderstood Ye Qingtian's intentions.
In fact, there was no hidden meaning behind Ye Qingtian's words. It was just that he hadn't felt the change of seasons for such a long time that he could barely remember what spring felt like.
"Sit," Ye Qingtian said.
How could Zhu Lie dare to sit? To him, Ye Qingtian was an idol he couldn't bring himself to sit alongside.
Instead of insisting Zhu Lie take a seat, Ye Qingtian asked, "What brings you here?"
