Reaching the mountaintop, he saw a person sitting cross-legged on a large blue stone, holding a pipe in his left hand and smoking it, exhaling a plume of smoke over ten meters long.
The smoke was as thin as a chopstick, maintaining a consistent thickness. Moreover, the end of the smoke formed ripples, like magic.
“You’ve come?” the other person asked, his tone calm.
This was a man in his early fifties, with a faint smile on his face. He was dressed very ordinarily; anyone unaware might mistake him for an old farmer going out to work.
Ye Tian: “I have.”
Then he also lit a cigarette, taking just one puff, and the entire cigarette was consumed. He then exhaled a wisp of smoke. It was called smoke because it was extremely thin, almost like fine wire. The smoke twisted forward, forming a spiral.
When the smoke reached over twenty meters, it suddenly bloomed into a flower, then a second, a third. In an instant, the air was filled with fireworks, roses, chrysanthemums, lotuses, all sorts of flowers, lifelike and vivid.
The person sitting on the blue stone stiffened instantly, like a statue. When the fireworks dissipated, he sighed softly, tapped the bowl of his pipe, and said, “Still far from it.”
After speaking, he stood up, cupped his hands towards Wu Bei, and said, “I am ashamed and dare not fight with you. I bid you farewell.”
Ye Tian: “Tell your Dragon King to send someone more capable tomorrow.”
The middle-aged man asked, “My friend, are you a Human Immortal?”
The methods Ye Tian had just displayed could only be achieved by a powerful and refined divine sense.
Ye Tian: “I can barely be considered a Human Immortal.”
The middle-aged man sighed softly, “To be a Human Immortal at such a young age, your future is boundless. Farewell.”
After the other person left, Ye Tian quickly descended the mountain and drove back to the Ye family manor. He still had to continue treating Wei Ziqian.
In the afternoon, Lin Ziyi said, “Tian Ge, a very good friend of mine has returned to the country. She’s in Zhonghai, and I want to go see her.”
Ye Tian: “How long has she been your friend? I’ve never heard of her.”
He had been with Lin Ziyi since high school, and in his memory, Lin Ziyi didn’t have such a friend.
Lin Ziyi smiled, “She was my good friend before we even met. Remember when you went abroad as an exchange student during your university years?”
Ye Tian: “I remember. You were only back in the country twice that entire year, and I almost went abroad to find you.”
Lin Ziyi: “When I was abroad, I lived at her house.”
As she said this, Ye Tian immediately recalled, “Oh, is it that Han Lingyan?”
Lin Ziyi nodded, “Yes, Lingyan is my very good friend. She went abroad in high school, and I cried for days.”
Ye Tian: “Since you’re so close, why don’t I treat you both to a meal?”
Lin Ziyi hugged his arm and said coquettishly, “Tian Ge, I want you to go with me.”
Ye Tian smiled, “Alright. It’s just that I don’t know her well. Will she mind?”
Lin Ziyi: “She won’t mind, she’s bringing her boyfriend too.”
Ye Tian suddenly remembered something and said, “If I recall correctly, didn’t this Han Lingyan try to persuade you to break up with me back then?”
Lin Ziyi giggled, “Don’t be so petty, that’s all in the past.”
Ye Tian: “Ziyi, later you should also persuade her to break up with her boyfriend. That would be fair.”
Lin Ziyi gave him a look, “Stop joking. Hurry and change your clothes, we’re leaving in half an hour.”
Ye Tian changed into formal wear and then accompanied Lin Ziyi out.
“Ziyi, is Han Lingyan developing her career back in China?”
Lin Ziyi nodded, “She started a company abroad. Last year, her profits were over ten million US dollars. She plans to expand her business into China, and this trip is for an inspection.”
Ye Tian: “She’s quite capable, running such a large company as a woman. But she’s still not as capable as my Ziyi. Our Baozhi Company has revenues of tens of billions a year.”
Lin Ziyi gave him a look, “See, you’re targeting her again.”
Ye Tian chuckled, “Alright, alright, I won’t target her.”
Lin Ziyi: “Tian Ge, the place we’re going to is called ‘Number Eight Mansion.’ It’s a relatively high-end business club in Zhonghai. I heard my aunt mention it.”
Ye Tian: “Why choose such a business-oriented place for you old classmates to meet?”
Lin Ziyi: “Although it’s a business club, the food and service here are very good.”
The car drove into Number Eight Mansion. The environment here was indeed quite pleasant, with a garden-like layout. The two arrived at the ‘Listening to the Rain Pavilion’ of the club, only to find no one there.