Emily raised her hand, magic clinging to all the tea utensils; with a gentle wave, the utensils obediently stacked themselves neatly on a cart, which slowly made its way into the kitchen.
Remaining seated, Yang Yu showed no intention of leaving. Ending the conversation so abruptly was not something he was willing to accept.
"Madam, are those all the things you wish to ask me? Surely, there aren't other matters you wish to inquire about?"
"We'll have plenty of opportunities to talk in the future," Emily replied with a meaningful smile, "You arrived earlier than I expected, and I didn't have anything prepared to entertain you. Next time I will make sure everything is ready. Besides, I had put aside my work and returned here from the Second Sky-Scraping Library using Teleportation Magic. I haven't finished my tasks there and must hurry back; I hope you understand."
You will have time in the future, but I might not.
