Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2048

Meanwhile, at Impluvia Street in the Historic District, ripples danced across the clear lake waters while weeping willows cast shadows across the lake as their slender branches swayed in the breeze.

In a pavilion near the lake, an old man was leisurely fiddling with his exquisite tea set.

While every strand of his hair was white, there was an energetic gleam on his face.

Even when he was just silently sitting there, he exuded a powerful presence.

"It has been a very long time since anyone has visited my home. The place feels somewhat cold from that. Come and taste my green tea. It's shincha."

Although the words sounded lonely, there was a jovial lilt in his voice.

He filled the cup just over halfway with tea before pushing the cup over to Billy who was sitting across from him.

"In this day and age, I must be the only one who could enjoy a cup of tea poured by you, Old Master Bane."

The man smiled before picking up the cup of tea.

He knew all too well that people who could be personally served and welcomed by Old Master Bane…

There was only a handful of them in Bainbridge.

"Not bad," he remarked with a hum.

"Its fragrance is bright and fresh. Its flavor is refreshing and sweet. This is truly an excellent tea. Naturally, the most important factor is still you, sir. Your skills are amazing. Your tea-brewing skills might even be able to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse."

Even after all the flattery heaped on him, Old Mr. Bane did not twitch a single muscle. Instead, he remained calm.

"After all these years, you finally come back, you brat. Still, you haven't changed," Old Mr. Bane continued. "You're still as mouthy."

"Yes, it has been years. I still remember the last time I drank tea with you, old man. That was over ten years ago, at least."

Although there was a smile on the younger man's lips, his voice was rather hoarse.

Old Mr. Bane gazed at the younger man who used to look so exuberant and high-spirited.

Now, his hair was turning gray. Old Mr. Bane could not help but let his stern look fade slightly.

"It has been 23 years," he said.

"Has it been that long? Time flies."

The younger man then stopped talking and silently stared down at his cup of tea.

He looked somewhat sad.

After a long while, the silence was finally broken by a series of light coughs.

The man frowned upon seeing Old Mr. Bane gently thump his chest.

"Old man, has your chest pain not improved?"

It had been over two decades since the middle-aged man left the city. He was surprised to see that Old Mr. Bane's condition persisted.

Old Mr. Bane shook his head with a helpless look on his face.