"Go slower, I don't want to fall out."
The chimes and drums sounded, and for a moment, the distant mountains and forests were all framed within that tiny window.
It seemed to be a habit etched into his memory. Jiang Qiao habitually steeped a pot of tea; being able to open a conversation with tea was naturally the best way to go. He still had many things he wanted to ask the Sect Master, even if the Sect Master was currently nothing more than a pitch-black egg. He had expected a Phoenix egg to possess an air of grandeur, but he hadn't expected it to be such a plain, simple black.
Chapter 116