My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The surrounding pressure disappeared, the jujube leaves fell silent, and the air felt lighter.

Everything returned to normal.

"I concede defeat." His voice was low, carrying an indescribable weariness. He raised his head and looked at Ye Qingfeng, his eyes no longer holding the sharpness they had at the beginning.

"May I ask, senior, what kind of supernatural power is this? Why is it that even though I am proficient in illusions, I cannot break it?"

Ye Qingfeng looked at him and smiled: "This is not an illusion."

Yun Songzi was taken aback: "Not an illusion? Then what is it?"

Ye Qingfeng reached out and gently beckoned to the cup of tea.

The cup of tea slid from the center of the table to his side and came to a steady stop.

He picked up the cup and handed it to Yun Songzi.

"Look, does this look like an illusion?"

Yun Songzi looked at the cup of tea, at Ye Qingfeng's outstretched hand, and at the tea sloshing gently in the cup.

He reached out and took the cup.

The cup was warm to the touch, just right.

The tea soup has a very good color and a very faint aroma.

It's not an illusion.

Illusions cannot create a real sense of touch, a real temperature, or a real aroma of tea.

This is real.

He held his cup, looking at Ye Qingfeng with a puzzled expression.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Ye Qingfeng leaned back in his rocking chair and said slowly, "It's just a matter of technique, not worth mentioning..."

Yun Songzi almost dropped the cup in her hand.

The art of maneuvering within a short distance?

This is a legendary supernatural power.

He had read in classical texts that even a short distance can feel like an eternity, and that an inch can be stretched into a thousand miles.

That's something only a great being could do; it's the work of a god.

This is not an illusion; it is the manipulation of space.

This is a supernatural power at the level of laws.

He recalled the moment he reached out to grab the cup of tea.

A few inches apart, yet it felt like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

He reached out his hand, and the cup was far away.

It's not the cup that's moving, it's the space that's changing.

The space between him and the cup was stretched out.

For every inch he extends, the space expands by a foot.

He stretched out one foot, and the space stretched out ten feet.

He can never reach it, because space is racing against him, and it's always faster than him.

This is not an illusion.

This is true supernatural power.

Yun Songzi stood there, holding that cup of tea, for a long time.

His mind was in turmoil.

He recalled the confidence he had when he rode the leopard there, the disdain he had shown when he stood at the gate, and the smugness he felt when he displayed his magical artifacts and possessed the body.

Looking back now, it was all a joke.

He lost because the other person was sitting there without even standing up.

We didn't lose because of our methods, we lost because of our lack of vision.

He never even considered the extraordinary abilities of others.

He couldn't even comprehend the level of understanding others had reached.

He picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The tea was still warm, slightly bitter at first, but with a long-lasting sweet aftertaste.

He put down his cup and bowed deeply to Ye Qingfeng.

"Senior," he said, "this old man was blind to your greatness."

Ye Qingfeng didn't pay any attention and casually pointed to the empty space next to the table.

"sit."

Yun Songzi stood under the jujube tree, looking in the direction Ye Qingfeng pointed.

The ground was empty.

There were no chairs, no stools, not even a cushion.

There were only a few fallen leaves and moss extending from the base of the wall.

The sun shone on that ground, making the yellow soil appear slightly white, and a few thin blades of grass sprouted from the cracks in the rocks.

He hesitated for a moment.

Should we make him sit on the ground?

He lived for nearly sixty years and was the leader of the Hidden Mist Sect, as well as a prominent figure in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

When did you sit on the ground?

But when he looked at Ye Qingfeng, the senior was still lying in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, as if to say, "Sit wherever you like, don't be shy."

He glanced at Lü Yang again, who stood beside him with an innocent look on his face.

Yun Songzi took a deep breath and sat down.

He bent over, his knees bent, and his buttocks sank down.

When he was still half a foot off the ground, he felt something push up from underground.

It wasn't a hard stone; it was soft, warm, and possessed an indescribable vitality.

"puff--"

A soft sound, like something breaking through the ground.

Yun Songzi looked down and saw a tender sprout emerging from between his legs.

The tender shoots are light green, as thin as needles, and topped with two leaves smaller than a fingernail.

It grew incredibly fast, reaching a foot in height and the thickness of a thumb in the blink of an eye, with bluish-white bark and fine veins.

Then it started to branch, one branch became two, two branches became four, and four branches became eight.

The branches didn't grow towards the sky, but rather towards the sides, behind him, and to the sides of his body.

Yun Songzi froze.

He dared not move.

That tree is still growing.

The branches intertwined and wove together to form a backrest.

The backrest was neither too high nor too low, just enough to support his waist.

Two more branches extend from both sides, curving into an arc to form handrails.

The handrails are smooth and warm to the touch, like wood that has been handled for a long time.

Then comes the seat.

Several thick branches branched off from the main trunk, spreading out in parallel, densely packed together, forming a flat board.

The board surface still has the texture of tree bark, but it's not uncomfortable to sit on.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

Yun Songzi sat in that chair, completely enveloped by the tree.

It's not about binding, it's about wrapping.

The chair fit his body perfectly, neither too high nor too low, neither too wide nor too narrow, as if it were made to fit his body perfectly.

His waist was leaning against the back of the chair, his hands were on the armrests, and his feet were on the ground.

What a wonderful concept of "following the natural way"!

Yun Songzi slowly exhaled, placed his hand on the armrest, and leaned back in his chair.

The chair rocked slightly, as if a living thing was adjusting its position to make him more comfortable.

He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from the chair.

It wasn't hot, it was lukewarm, as if someone had left it in the sun all day, waiting for him to sit down.

He opened his eyes, looked at Ye Qingfeng, and his gaze became extremely respectful.

The senior's cultivation level had silently risen a notch in his mind.

Standing to the side, Lü Yang looked at Yun Songzi's expression and recalled the other party's arrogance earlier. He almost couldn't help but laugh, but he knew he couldn't, so he held it in until his face turned red.

Ye Qingfeng picked up the teapot, poured another cup of tea, and pushed it toward Yun Songzi.

Yun Songzi took it, but didn't drink it; she just held it in her hands.

The cup was warm to the touch, and the tea soup was a pale golden color, shimmering with a faint glow.

"What brings Sect Leader Yun here today? It can't be just to reveal his true nature to me!"

Ye Qingfeng knew the truth perfectly well, but he still asked with a smile.

Yun Songzi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Senior, to be honest, I have come here to take Lü Yang as my disciple."

"Take Lü Yang as your disciple?" Ye Qingfeng's tone carried a hint of doubt.

Yun Songzi glanced at Lü Yang and nodded.

"Yes. I have been cultivating the art of spirit refinement for forty years and I believe I have gained some insights. This young man's talent in spirit refinement is unparalleled in my life."

He paused, then said, "I cannot bear to see such talent go to waste."