Dream Hall.
In the empty reception hall, only two people sat around the tea table.
"The tea leaves here are almost expired. It's rare that you visit, so I brewed some tea. But I'm still not quite used to the tea of you people from Hua Country; this bitter taste is far less enjoyable than strong liquor."
The Dream Celestial King said as he brewed tea.
Not fond of drinking tea, his actions in making tea were noticeably clumsy.
Opposite him was a young man around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.
The young man was about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in black casual wear, with an oriental face, single-fold eyelids, and small eyes. His appearance was very ordinary, and he would not attract attention in a crowd.
The only special feature was his pair of eyes, one black and one purple.
The young man was named Wang Mian, and more than half a month ago, he officially joined the Pure Land and became an apostle of the Dream Celestial King.
