In the small room of the Forget Worry Teahouse, Mo Li sat at the tea table.

The teacup close to him was already full of tea, and the pale yellow tea gave off a vague aroma.

Moli's flawless hand rests over the teacup, and his slender index finger glides slowly along the rim. Pale gray eyes staring at the liquid surface, these eyes without any mood swings, but more beautiful than the brightest star. It's not indifference, it's just that I really don't care about it all.

It was as if he had become a sculpture and sat there quietly. After a long time, Mo Li's gaze slowly left the teacup and looked at the door of the room.

It was a dark wooden door, and the pitch-black ink color did not fit in with the surrounding sandalwood. There are many patterns on the door, which seem to be chaotic, but they are breathtaking.

This is the Gate of Rebirth, a gate that does not exist in the Six Realms. This kind of door is made of Xuanmu that has been placed in the dark for thousands of years and does not die, and can connect the six realms and span thousands of years.

It is possible for a person to appear anywhere, and if someone wants to go to the other side of the door but the owner of the door does not let him, then he will never find the entrance to that place. But if the master agrees, then even if that person is at the end of the earth, the Death Gate can appear in front of him immediately.

And the door of death in front of him, Mo Li used it to attract people who wanted to forget their worries and find a teahouse. The Forget Worry Teahouse receives one person at a time, and only those who are destined to come to this mysterious teahouse are possible.

A small bronze bell hung in front of the door, which made a sound whenever someone came in, but today it was slow to ring.

Raising the teacup and drinking it down, Moli reached for the teapot. Suddenly, the space in front of him distorted, and a white figure gradually appeared.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Mo Li looked at the white figure and pushed the remaining empty teacup in front of him forward.

"Don't, don't, I'm still in love." The face of the white figure gradually became clearer, and he was a man as warm as jade, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

It was white from beginning to end, and no one could see him when he was thrown into the snowy mountains outside.

"Why do you always like to wear white?" Mo Li lowered his head and went to tea, not caring about the answer to the question at all. It's as if that question just now was just to liven up the atmosphere.

"If you don't wear white, how can you show the kindness and justice of my fairy world." The man in white raised his head and said coldly.

"Heh, Xianjun is really kind and righteous." Mo Li raised his head and said provocatively with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

That's right, the man in white in front of him is the white-clothed immortal monarch among the five immortal monarchs of the fairy world, Bai Yan. In the holy war a thousand years ago, this immortal monarch once killed hundreds of generals in one battle, and single-handedly defended a world in the immortal world, and he became famous because of this.

But for Mo Li, he has a more important identity.

He is Shengnan's master.