The God of Creation's Tea Party

Copywriting Ji Yuan strayed into a mysterious space. The place is silent and vast, like a vast and boundless universe. He was suspended in it, with the brilliant Milky Way beneath his feet. Suddenly, a star flashed past his ear. He followed the star and passed through the black hole-like door. Like a thunderous explosion, there was a sudden noise of people in my ears. He looked up blankly. A girl in Hanfu with delicate features and delicate features stood up and smiled at him. Her eyes were transparent and strange silver, reflecting his figure and the galaxy behind him. She lowered her eyebrows and leaned forward, with a gentle smile on her lips, but what she spoke was a language he had never heard before. The language had a strange pronunciation and sounded dignified. Although he had never heard of it, he clearly knew what she said. Like the whisper of a god. And in fact, this is indeed the case. Ji Yuan took a step back, stared at the girl, and did not answer. The girl seemed completely unaware. She still maintained her bent posture with low eyebrows, a gentle smile on her red lips, and the brilliant stars reflected in her silver eyes. She repeated what she just said. "Welcome to the Creator's tea party," she said.