Dingyao City, a side courtyard of the Ying family. An Yang was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, making a pot of tea and drinking it slowly.

After drinking a cup of tea, An Yang seemed to feel something and raised his eyebrows slightly. He took out another teacup, poured half a cup of tea into it, and placed it on the other side of the table.

Judging from his movements, it was as if he was inviting someone to drink tea. But what was puzzling was that there was no other person here except An Yang. After An Yang put down the tea cup, he made no other moves, and did not even give him a cup of tea.

I refilled my cup and just looked at a tree in the yard quietly.

The leaves of the tree had turned yellow, and one leaf fell from time to time as the breeze caressed it. And An Yang's gaze slowly moved along with the fallen leaves.

"Tsk." Suddenly, another person's voice came from the courtyard, and then, a man in black robe with a somewhat unreal figure appeared beside the stone table, opposite An Yang.

The man in black robe was wearing a wide hood. When he lowered his head, the brim of the hat cast a large shadow, making it impossible to see his facial features clearly.

"You are really calm." The man in black robe did not look at An Yang and said to himself. His tone seemed to be a compliment, but also a complaint.

As he said that, the man in black robe picked up the teacup again, took a sip, his expression changed slightly, he put down the teacup and whispered: "Hmm... what kind of tea is this? It's a bit bitter and not very tasty. And this tea is also a bit hot.

, Tsk, it’s not good tea.”

"Hmph." Hearing the black-robed man's comment, An Yang snorted lightly, without looking at him, and just pointed at the big tree in front of him.

The man in black robe also looked at the big tree when he saw this, with a strange expression on his face, "Have you made tea from the leaves you picked casually?"

An Yang shook his head lightly, "It's not casual."

"Oh?" The man in black robe finally raised his head and looked at An Yang with interest.

And when he raised his head, something strange happened. This man's face was so similar to An Yang's that he was almost carved from the same mold.

But in terms of resemblance, there is actually a little difference. An Yang's appearance is more cold and handsome, while the lines on the face of the man in black robe are actually a little softer. Well, he just looks a bit like Jin Chen. Moreover, this man in black robe

He looks older than An Yang, and there are already traces of time on his face.

Knowing that the man in black robe was looking at him, An Yang spoke slowly and said slowly: "I picked the greener one to make tea."

Hearing this, the man in black robes frowned slightly. Isn't this still a leaf? Then he looked at An Yang with a strange expression again. "Do you usually drink this?"

"What you drink is not drinking." An Yang said in a leisurely tone and answered the question.

The man in black robe regained his composure and picked up the tea cup again. At this moment, An Yang smiled softly and then said, "But I usually drink serious tea."

The hand of the man in black robe holding the teacup trembled slightly, he slowly put down the teacup, and finally did not drink the tea again.

Seeing the reaction of the man in black robe, An Yang couldn't help but feel a little funny, and joked: "Yes, the tea is still hot now, let it cool down for a while."

"No, I won't drink anymore." The man in black robe immediately expressed his stance with an indifferent tone.

An Yang didn't care, he poured another glass, put it down, and then said: "Five demon kings know about Jin Chen's existence."

An Yang's tone sounded like a statement, but also like a question.

"Yeah." The man in black robe nodded, not surprised.

"Did you do it?" An Yang finally turned his head and looked at the man in black robe with a serious expression.

"Yeah." The man in black robe nodded again.

"Nothing!" An Yang snorted coldly.

"Just speed up the progress." The man in black robe said leisurely, not caring about An Yang's attitude.

"This world is not complete. Please don't interfere at will." An Yang said slowly in a low voice.

After saying that, An Yang pushed the cup of tea he had just poured, no, leaf water, in front of the man in black robe. Then, An Yang showed a playful smile and made a "please" gesture to the man in black robe.

"Uh, haha..." The man in black robe twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Only then did An Yang show a look of satisfaction, and he conjured a pot of tea from nowhere, took out the tea cup, and refilled himself.

It's just that the tea this time has an obvious light sweet aroma, which makes people feel refreshed. Obviously, this is the so-called "serious tea".

An Yang took a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and had a look of enjoyment on his face. After the fragrance of tea spread in his mouth, he slowly said, "Not bad."

Seeing An Yang's move, the black-robed man's face showed no change, but he quickly poured out a cup of tea...leaf water in his hand. He pushed the empty cup in front of An Yang and said, "Give me a cup too."

"Whatever you drink is not drinking." An Yang said quietly, ignoring him.

"This..." The man in black robe looked at An Yang, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

After a while, the man in black robe suddenly sighed, "Is it still because of that incident?"

"No, I just simply don't like you. I hate hypocrites and I hate true gentlemen." An Yang said with a smile, "Do you understand, Father?"

"Ah~" the man wailed sadly and lay on the table, "What a failure. It's such a failure to treat him like this as a father."

"It's good that you know." An Yang said indifferently, "You have never been a good father."

"Yeah..." The man in black robe looked a little gloomy, "I killed Yuchen, and Tianhuang and Earth Elder also left me."

"Don't move." An Yang suddenly frowned and grabbed the black-robed man's hand trying to steal the tea.

"Ugh..." The little move was discovered, and the man in black robe suddenly looked like he was about to cry, "An Yang, you no longer have me as a father in your heart..."

"In my heart, there have always been only Jinchen, and myself. There was never a world, there was never a world, and there was never you, the king of the human race!" An Yang glanced at him, his tone indifferent.

"Uh... Okay, okay, I really can't do anything to you." The man in black robe looked helpless.

"Don't worry." An Yang drank tea and said calmly, "I will take good care of Jinchen, and the plan will succeed. After all, this is my promise to you and that person!"

"It seems that you still remember the original oath." At this point, the man suddenly felt a coldness wrapping around him, and hurriedly changed his words: "I mean, the original agreement."

After the man said this, both of them fell into a long silence. While the two were silent, the figure of the man in black robe gradually became more and more unreal.

"If you die this time, you won't be able to live again at will, right?" After a long time, An Yang spoke again.

"Ah~" the man responded, "I'm really dead this time."

The man looked at An Yang with a sad expression, "I came to see you before I die..."

"After all, you didn't see it well before you were alive." An Yang said lightly, and finally poured a cup of tea for his father.

"Yes, neither you nor Jinchen have ever taken a good look at it." The man took the tea and looked at the sky, "That's why I created this illusion world, and I wanted to come and meet you."

"Have you met Jinchen?" The topic seemed a bit heavy, so An Yang took a deep breath before speaking.

"Well, I've seen it before. As I expected, it's unparalleled." As he said that, the man brought the tea cup to his mouth.

However, before he could take a sip, the tea cup smashed to the ground with a "click". The tea flowed all over the floor, but the man's figure was no longer there.
Chapter completed!