He did not explode and strike out.

He did not explode and strike out. He did not even glance at the righteously angry elite soldiers.

A short while later, Yan Buhui looked at the clouds far off, as if he was recalling something. Only after a while did he say in a leisurely and cool tone: “Just when was it, that I was worshipping that man like you people. I regarded him as a god, I regarded him as a father. I thought he was righteous and fair, that there was nothing that he was unable to do. I thought he was the saint that could rescue this world………haha, how laughable. A man will just be a man, how it is possible that he could be a god……If it was my previous temperament, then you people would have long died ten thousand times over. But right now, I won’t kill you.”

Mister Liu stood at the head of the ship, a faint smile on his face : “You won’t kill us? Could it be that you are about to release us?”

On the face of Yan Buhui, there was a mocking smile. “Mister Liu, it has been so many years we have not seen each other, but you are still a schemer. But in these years, after speaking so much, did it prove to be of use?”

Mister Liu seemed as if he knew what the opposing party was pointing at. He remained silent, not speaking.

“I have not drunk Mister Liu’s tea for some many years.” Yan Buhui’s suddenly changed the subject, his tone calm and tranquil.

Mister Liu lifted his head, sighing. “How difficult can this be. Xinger, bring over the tea set.”

The expression of the student called Xinger was calm as he turned to enter into the cabin of the airship. Very quickly, he came out again. In his embrace, there was a tea table and an entire set of tea utensils. Carefully and cautiously he placed it at the head of the ship. Without waiting for Mister Liu’s instructions, he stood by the side, beginning to boil water.

Yan Buhui lifted his head.

A white cloud floated over, as if it was a physical object. It enveloped the tea set as well as Xinger within, then lifted, floating through the air.

This scene, was as if he was soaring through the clouds and harnessing the mists.

Mister Liu frowned. Then he looked at the Ye Qingyu beside him: “Patrolling envoy Ye, bring me over.”

Ye Qingyu activated his white horse wings, supporting Mister Liu’s shoulder. His figure flashed, landing on the white clouds.

His feet sunk in, as if he was stepping on solid ground.

Mister Liu sat cross legged. His manner was like when he was painting. He began to boil and prepare the tea.

His actions was extremely familiar, every movement and gesture containing a beauty that was hard to describe using language. It was as if these movements contained the essence of the way. Ye Qingyu had previously seen Xinger preparing tea; at that time he had felt Xinger’s tea art was near the way. But only when he saw Mister Liu preparing the tea, did he understood that the difference was still great when Xinger was compared to Mister Liu.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Dia tidak meledak dan menyerang. Dia bahkan tidak melirik para prajurit elit selayaknya marah. Tak lama kemudian, Yan Buhui melihat awan jauh, seolah-olah ia mengingat sesuatu. Hanya setelah beberapa saat melakukan ia mengatakan dengan nada santai dan sejuk: "Hanya ketika itu saja, bahwa saya menyembah bahwa manusia seperti kalian. Saya menganggapnya sebagai dewa, aku menganggapnya sebagai seorang ayah. Saya pikir dia benar dan adil, bahwa tidak ada yang dia tidak mampu melakukan. Saya pikir dia adalah saint yang bisa menyelamatkan dunia ini ......... haha, bagaimana menggelikan. Seorang pria hanya akan menjadi manusia, bagaimana mungkin ia bisa menjadi dewa ...... Jika itu temperamen saya sebelumnya, maka Anda orang akan telah lama meninggal sepuluh ribu kali lebih. Tapi sekarang, aku tidak akan membunuhmu ". Pak Liu berdiri di kepala kapal, senyum samar di wajahnya:" Anda tidak akan membunuh kita? Mungkinkah Anda akan melepaskan kami? " Di wajah Yan Buhui, ada senyum mengejek. "Pak Liu, telah bertahun-tahun kami belum melihat satu sama lain, tetapi Anda masih penipu. Tapi di tahun ini, setelah berbicara begitu banyak, apakah itu terbukti dari penggunaan? " Pak Liu tampak seolah-olah ia tahu apa yang pihak lawan itu menunjuk. Dia tetap diam, tidak berbicara. "Saya belum teh diminum Pak Liu untuk beberapa bertahun-tahun." Yan Buhui tiba-tiba mengubah topik pembicaraan, nada tenang dan tenang. Pak Liu mengangkat kepalanya, mendesah. "Bagaimana sulit ini dapat. Xinger, membawa lebih dari tea set. " Ekspresi siswa disebut Xinger tenang saat ia berbalik untuk masuk ke dalam kabin pesawat. Sangat cepat, ia keluar lagi. Dalam pelukannya, ada meja teh dan seluruh set peralatan teh. Hati-hati dan hati-hati ia menempatkan itu di kepala kapal. Tanpa menunggu instruksi Pak Liu, ia berdiri samping, mulai merebus air. Yan Buhui mengangkat kepalanya. Sebuah awan putih melayang di atas, seolah-olah itu adalah objek fisik. Ini menyelimuti teh ditetapkan serta Xinger dalam, lalu mengangkat, melayang di udara. Adegan ini, seolah-olah ia sedang melambung melalui awan dan memanfaatkan kabut. Pak Liu mengerutkan kening. Lalu ia menatap Ye Qingyu sampingnya: "Patroli utusan Ye, membawa saya lebih." Ye Qingyu diaktifkan sayap kuda putihnya, mendukung bahu Pak Liu. Sosoknya melintas, mendarat di awan putih. Kakinya tenggelam di, seolah-olah ia menginjak tanah yang kokoh. Pak Liu duduk bersila. Sikapnya seperti ketika ia melukis. Dia mulai mendidih dan menyiapkan teh. Tindakannya sangat akrab, setiap gerakan dan isyarat yang mengandung keindahan yang sulit untuk menggambarkan menggunakan bahasa. Seolah-olah gerakan-gerakan ini terkandung esensi dari jalan. Ye Qingyu sebelumnya melihat Xinger mempersiapkan teh; pada saat itu ia merasa seni teh Xinger adalah dekat jalan. Tapi hanya ketika ia melihat Pak Liu mempersiapkan teh, apakah dia mengerti bahwa perbedaan itu masih besar ketika Xinger dibandingkan dengan Pak Liu.