Fang Yu and Ye Wenjun felt no pressure, as the so-called hierarchy of the Divine Race was not reflected in the two of them.
So they walked over quite relaxed.
As they walked past the side, Fang also saw a small table, with a jar on it and an incense burner placed on top.
The incense burner was burning with sandalwood incense, constantly emitting white smoke.
Wisps of white smoke floated upwards.
Quickly dispersing into the sky.
Meanwhile, an elder sat beside the small table.
His hair was let down, all turned silver. His beard and eyebrows were the same color.
A face like dead wood.
With eyes slightly closed.
If one did not look carefully, it was impossible to tell whether his eyes were open or closed.
Fang Yu and Ye Wenjun sat cross-legged opposite him.
The elder, after a moment, began to make a move.
He did not speak, but lifted the kettle.
Poured two cups of tea.
With a casual wave of his other hand.
The two cups of tea floated over.
