After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

Upon hearing Lin Ze reveal his identity, Li Jianguo's smile remained unchanged, and he showed no surprise whatsoever.

They didn't even ask how the other party knew such a secret.

"Mr. Lin is joking. To be honest, my position is just to clean up everyone's messes. I don't have to worry about whether or not something strange happens."

Li Jianguo chuckled and naturally picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of him.

The cup was cool to the touch, just the right temperature to not burn his mouth, so he didn't think much of it and took a sip.

The moment the tea touched his tongue, the first sensation was a very faint bitterness. Before he could even frown, the bitterness dissipated, followed by an intensely sweet and refreshing taste.

As the warm current spread from the back of the tongue down the throat and slid down the esophagus, it suddenly exploded in the chest and abdomen with a "boom".

Li Jianguo's hand, which was holding the cup, suddenly stopped.

My mind is completely clear.

An unprecedented level of clarity.

It was as if a thin layer of fog that had been covering my mind for over a decade had been suddenly lifted.

Not just my mind, but my whole body warmed up.

Warm currents flowed through my blood vessels and into my limbs and bones, relieving the stiffness and soreness in my shoulders and neck from years of sitting at a desk, and the old ailments in my waist that I developed from missions when I was younger.

It feels like it's been soaked in warm water, a tingling, numb sensation that's indescribably comfortable.

I felt so light, as if I had unloaded a heavy burden, and my whole body was full of energy.

He was more energetic than when he was young and could run 10 kilometers of cross-country trails; he showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

The effect is incredibly immediate.

Li Jianguo slowly put down his cup, raised his head, and a glint of barely suppressed shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He's lived most of his life, what good things hasn't he seen?

Just from this one sip of tea, you can feel this sensation within seconds of drinking it; this is no ordinary tea.

This is a genuine treasure, a rare and precious item that would be highly sought after anywhere.

He composed himself, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and was about to speak: "Mr. Lin, this tea—"

He had only spoken halfway when Lin Ze casually interrupted him.

"Is it delicious?"

Lin Ze's voice was indifferent, and he didn't even raise his head.

He had an old, thread-bound book with a dark blue cover spread out on his left, and he was slowly turning the pages with his right hand.

His gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, as if the person sitting opposite him wasn't the head of the Special Investigations Department, but just an ordinary customer.

"If you can still drink more, then drink more."

No sooner had he finished speaking than something strange happened.

Without any warning, the purple clay teapot placed in the middle of the tea table floated up on its own.

There was no wind, no airflow.

That purple clay teapot, which weighed at least two pounds, hung steadily in mid-air.

Slowly moving it over his cup, the spout tilted slightly, and warm tea flowed down the spout, filling it to about seven-tenths full, without spilling a single drop on the table.

After pouring the tea, the Yixing teapot slowly floated back to its original position and gently landed on the tea tray, making a very soft tapping sound. It was so steady that even the lid didn't wobble.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

Li Jianguo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his composure crumbled completely, his eyes filled with horror.

Telekinesis?

His first thought was that martial arts masters could manipulate objects with their inner energy, but he dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.

impossible.

This technique is something that someone at the Acquired Realm level simply cannot do.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, picked up the cup, tilted his head back, and drank the whole cup of tea in one gulp.

The familiar warmth spread again, and my mind became even clearer than before.

As soon as the cup was empty, the purple clay teapot floated up again on its own, refilling the cup to a full capacity.

Only then did Li Jianguo take a deep breath, his voice slightly tense, and ask:

"Mr. Lin, this tea must have been brought from the Nine Provinces world, right?"

Lin Ze turned a page of the book, the pages rustling softly. He didn't look up, but simply nodded casually.

"Um."

"Indeed, as Chief Li said, it was brought from Kyushu."

His tone was so calm, as if he were just saying the weather was nice today, without a hint of boasting or concern.

Looking at Lin Ze, who kept his eyes downcast and flipped through his book without ever giving him a second glance, Li Jianguo felt a surge of anger rising within him.

He was, after all, the head of the Special Investigations Department, a proper cadre, and wherever he went, he was treated with utmost respect.

I visited them in person today, but they were reading a book the whole time and didn't even bother to look at me. It's really disrespectful of them.

But he suppressed his anger as soon as it surfaced.

狂？

They have the right to be arrogant.

Li Jianguo quickly masked his shock, forcing a perfectly timed smile, his tone tinged with admiration:

"Mr. Lin is indeed no ordinary person."

He paused, then tentatively asked, "Mr. Lin, are you also a player from Kyushu?"

Lin Ze simply hummed in response, turning another page of his book with his fingertips, without looking up.

Upon hearing this nonchalant reply, Li Jianguo's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, then relaxed, and he chuckled twice.

"Haha, I never expected this, Mr. Lin is actually a player too."

He shook his head, his tone tinged with emotion.

"However, according to our understanding, Mr. Lin's strength was already extraordinary before Kyushu opened up to the outside world."

Lin Ze continued flipping through the book, and upon hearing this, he merely chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"You guys, huh."

Do you really know when Kyushu will open?

One sentence left Li Jianguo completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Yes, do they really know?

The "opening time of Kyushu" they mentioned was all heard from the earliest batch of players.

The earliest information came from Song Xian, who obtained it from the five core players of the Qingyun Sect, including Master Xuanqing.

But that's just what the players are saying.

Does anyone know if Kyushu had been open before that?

Who can be sure that Master Xuanqing and his group were truly among the first batch of players?

What if Lin Ze had been able to travel in and out of Kyushu much earlier?

Li Jianguo fell silent, picked up his cup, and took another sip of tea.

The reception room was quiet for a while, with only the soft sound of pages turning.

Li Jianguo composed himself, changed the subject, and looked up at Lin Ze.

"Mr. Lin, what are your thoughts on the Kyushu world?"

Lin Ze did respond this time, but his tone remained calm, revealing no emotion.

"The world of Kyushu is wonderful."

"In our country's mythology, there have always been legends of immortality, cultivation of immortality, gods, and demons. These things cannot be verified in reality, but in Kyushu, they are all true."

He tapped the pages of the book lightly with his fingertips. "The martial arts there are truly extraordinary abilities that can prolong life, make you stronger, and even lead to the true path of immortality."

Longevity, military prowess, immortality—aren't these precisely the things we Chinese people crave most, etched into our very bones?