Chapter 1117: Chapter 270: Ninth Lord’s Seven Pots of Tea (Part 1) [Ten Thousand Words]

"Ninth Lord!"

When Fang Che shouted these two words, his voice was trembling.

It had been a year since they last met.

But this year felt like countless centuries had passed for Fang Che!

Finally, he saw this person again. This face.

It was like seeing a family member again after struggling alone, experiencing life and death a thousand times over!

At this moment, his nose even felt a bit sore.

"You’ve worked hard."

Dongfang Sansan said.

He stood up, speaking softly: "I know how hard this year has been for you."

With just one sentence, Fang Che almost shed tears.

He took a deep breath and said: "In the presence of the Ninth Lord, I dare not speak of hardship. For the great cause of the continent, Fang Che... would not hesitate to die a thousand deaths!"

Then he said: "It wasn’t hard! It’s what I should do!"

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "This meeting has been planned for a long time, and now, it has finally come to fruition, and this time, it’s much more relaxed than the last."

"No need to worry about anyone disrupting it, nor anyone being suspicious."

"We have plenty of time."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Fang Che, sit down first, there’s no rush to talk. First, try my tea. This time, I brought you seven kinds of tea."

"After finishing these seven teas, if we still have more to discuss, we can continue."

Dongfang Sansan smiled with ease.

To those who know, they would probably be shocked: Ninth Lord is being so generous this time!

To host one person, actually bringing seven kinds of tea!

Drinking alone the seven pots of tea that Dongfang Sansan prepared.

Such an honor, not even Xue Fuxiao has experienced.

Because Dongfang Sansan couldn’t bear to part with it.

In fact, if not for Fang Che this time, Dongfang Sansan himself wouldn’t have been able to drink these seven kinds of tea. Because... he wanted to reserve it for High-level Martial Artists to use.

Perhaps, saving just one sip of Spiritual Tea might allow a martial artist to take another step forward through serendipity.

So Dongfang Sansan himself felt that this time he benefited from Fang Che, being able to accompany him in drinking the seven pots of tea. But naturally, he would not openly state such a thing.

Fang Che took a deep breath as he entered the pavilion, and Dongfang Sansan reached out his hand to clasp Fang Che’s.

After a gentle squeeze, he pressed Fang Che into the chair opposite his: "Sit! You are my esteemed guest!"

"I dare not."

"Don’t be so formal with me."

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "To be treated with such courtesy here, there are only two. The other one is Jun Lin. But Lord Jun Lin has long since passed away. Now, in the whole world, only you!"

In the whole world, only you.

Fang Che’s heart surged with emotion.

He took a deep breath and sat down calmly, saying: "In that case, Fang Che hopes to live up to the Ninth Lord’s hospitality."

While brewing tea, Dongfang Sansan watched him out of the corner of his eye and gave a compliment: "Not bad, this past year, you have truly become much more composed."

Fang Che smiled calmly.

He himself felt he had become much steadier.

This indeed was not false.

His current mental state was entirely different from that of a year ago.

Looking back at last year’s days at Baiyun Martial Academy, he felt as if years had passed like clouds and smoke.

Dongfang Sansan finished brewing the first pot of tea.

He personally picked up the teapot, waving off Fang Che’s outstretched hand with a smile, saying: "Today, you’re the honored guest, and I am the host. Don’t turn the tables."

The aroma of the tea became even more intense as it entered the teacup.

The green tea water was like jade, reflecting endless emerald waves.

"This pot of tea, I acquired from Yan Nan in the last competition between the young generation of the righteous and evil. This tea, as I later learned, is called Cloud Peak Jade. It can calm the mind, focus on comprehending the Great Dao, and increase cultivation."

Dongfang Sansan explained with a smile, then said: "Since it is Cloud Peak Jade from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, in our first pot of tea, let’s talk about the overall situation."

"The overall situation?"

Fang Che frowned in thought.

Dongfang Sansan picked up the cup before him, took a sip, savored it, and smiled openly: "Indeed, good tea."

This sentence made Fang Che’s nose tingle, his heart also sour.

Because from just this sentence, it was clear that this tea... Dongfang Sansan himself had never tasted!

"You already understand the overall situation between the Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the Guardians, right?"

Dongfang Sansan said: "Since ancient times, to accomplish something, one needs favorable timing, favorable location, and harmony among people."

"But I believe that’s not all. Timing, though it can be explained as the trend of the times, always seems somewhat strained."

"Because... some indescribable, incomprehensible existences are invisibly directing the course of events, sometimes causing deviations. Moreover, they are still contending, still capturing."

Dongfang Sansan looked at Fang Che’s face, asking the first question: "In your opinion, who currently holds the overall situation in this world?"

Fang Che considered carefully and said: "With my current limited knowledge, it seems that the overall situation favors our side, the Guardians."

"Why do you say that?" Dongfang Sansan smiled with interest.

"From what I know now, even the lower-level commoners of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect prefer a peaceful life. Those inherently evil individuals are indeed few."

Fang Che chose his words carefully and said: "And on the Guardian Continent’s side, despite the fact that there are indeed many parasitic elements and degenerates... the people are united. Moreover, through my recent encounters with many from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, I found that as long as they haven’t cultivated evil skills, they generally behave normally."

"As for the overall situation, I personally believe that the odds favor us."

Fang Che concluded.