Sit at Forget Peak, in a stone pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, the red mud stove on the stone table was steaming hot. The God of forgetfulness lifted the stove and filled three cups with hot tea. He took it up and drank it on his own. Then he said to the God of mist and the God of Tongtianwu: "Teachers, brothers and sisters taste the craft of being brothers!"

"Tea brewed by my brother is naturally excellent."

The God of fog picked up the cup with a laugh and took a sip, then nodded admiringly: "It's really good."

But Tongtian Wushen did not start. She looked coldly at the leisurely...