Fang Qingyu felt a flicker before his eyes, and the scenery of the ancient street around him instantly vanished.
He focused his gaze again.
He found himself deep in that familiar alley.
In front of him was the old, heavy wooden door, with the signboard "Longyuan Martial Arts Hall" hanging above the lintel.
In front of the large screen wall, beside the redwood tea table, Hong Qitian sat on a stone stool with a dark face.
"Hmph!" Hong Qitian snorted irritably and pointed at the stone stool opposite him, "Sit!"
Fang Qingyu sat down as instructed.
Hong Qitian picked up the purple clay teapot from the little red clay stove, poured a cup of tea, and placed it heavily in front of Fang Qingyu, causing drops of tea to spill out.
"Wait and see!" Hong Qitian's tone was unfriendly, "See if the one you killed is really the true form!"
Fang Qingyu raised the teacup and drank silently.
He knew that the old Hong was confirming whether Erosion had truly fallen.
