Chu Zhiyuan arrived outside the small courtyard where Li Miaotan was, only to find two tribute elders drinking tea outside the courtyard.
The two elders sat in the pavilion within the courtyard, leisurely admiring the freshly bloomed flowers.
Those strange flowers were glistening with dew, vibrant and delicate, almost begging to be inhaled.
Seeing his appearance, the two elders curiously sized him up, their eyes blazing, wanting to see through him.
They were always itching with curiosity.
Knowing the commotion outside Li Miaotan earlier was caused by him, but not knowing what he practiced.
Desperately wanting to know what kind of Miracle Technique had such a momentum.
Chang Xihua was aware, but said nothing, they couldn't pry her mouth open.
Even less likely was Li Miaotan's side.
The only possibility was Chu Zhiyuan himself.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, but didn't pause his steps, continuing to walk inside.
