703 Drink Tea

The next day, Jiang Chen deliberately got up early.

After all, there were guests at home.

After washing up and dressing neatly, he went to the guest room and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

No one answered.

Were they still sleeping?

As a practitioner of the Dao, one should be disciplined.

"Knock, knock, knock... It's time to set off."

While knocking, Jiang Chen tentatively called out.

Still no response.

He couldn't help but reach for the doorknob and tried turning it.

"Click."

The door opened in response.

Jiang Chen looked inside.

The room was empty, the bedding neatly folded as if no one had ever stayed there.

Jiang Chen froze.

Could everything last night have been an illusion?

He entered the room and quickly detected a faint, elusive fragrance, reminding him it hadn't been a dream.

Turning to leave the room, he closed the door behind him. As he went downstairs, he saw a figure of otherworldly elegance quietly sitting on the sofa.