In such desolate wilderness, a man drinking tea unexpectedly appeared, looking completely relaxed. It was abnormal no matter how one looked at it.
Ling Han and the others stopped in their tracks, and looked towards that person.
He was a man gentle and soft, and looked to be in his thirties. He was filled with a manly charm, and had a full head of black hair that draped over his shoulders, appearing somewhat wanton and unrestrained.
This person obviously also saw Ling Han. He put down his teacup, and said, "Tea is really such a good thing, cultivating one's mind and illuminating one's heart."
"Gentleman sitting in the middle of the road, are you planning to serve me tea?" Ling Han said with a smile, and walked over with large strides.
The man took out a cup from the tea tray and filled it up, then said, "Why not?"