"It's not that urgent." Qi Xiu lifted his gaze to size up the inner chamber before him. A faint fragrance wafted to his nose. This scent was very light, yet it exuded an indescribable sense of relaxation, easing the tension in Qi Xiu's nerves, which had been taut since learning the Great Tribulation of Dao Body was imminent.
"Since it's not urgent, why not rest your feet here? I've been living here alone for quite some time and haven't spoken to anyone for ages. If you don't mind, brother, please, take a seat." Qingyun said, "I notice that your brow hides worries and your mind seems clouded; you must be tangled in worldly cares."
As though they were old friends, Qingyun cordially led Qi Xiu to a seat. In just a few exchanges, they found themselves conversing more and more freely.
