Judging from the aroma alone, this tea is no ordinary tea.

The old man gave Ye Boqi the feeling of a vast void, without any spiritual energy fluctuations, yet he dared not underestimate him in any way.

"If Feng'er finds out that I didn't bring out my best tea when we first meet, she'll definitely come and pluck my old man's beard again."

As he spoke, he chuckled at Ye Boqi, who had come closer.

"This old man has lost all his hair, and I'm just relying on these few whiskers to maintain my appearance. If Feng'er pulls them all out, this old man will be too ashamed to show his face."

"Junior Boqi greets Ancestor."

The old man waved his hand, gesturing for Ye Boqi to sit down.

“You’ve been at the Dao Sect for a while now, and you should have noticed that my Zhang family doesn’t value things like seniority and formalities.”

As he spoke, he handed a cup of tea to Ye Boqi.

"My name is Zhang Laoxiaozi. Back then, I co-founded the Nine Heavens Profound Dao Sect with your ancestor. To be honest, I should be considered your ancestor's right-hand man."

"And the one referred to as the right arm is a guy named Fatian."

He Boqi coughed violently a few times. He really didn't expect that the old ancestor would talk about such confidential things right away.

And his name is so fresh and refined.

Old Zhang?

Is this definitely not a nickname or pet name?

Because this name is simply not commensurate with the identity of the Zhang family patriarch of the Nine Heavens Profound Dao Sect.

What was even more shocking was that this old man was actually of the same generation as his cheap ancestor.

How many years must he have lived?

And who is this "slaying the heavens" he speaks of?