No one ever saw Hao make tea. He had followers for that. But this morning, the scent of herbs filled the room in the house you shared — and it wasn’t anyone else’s doing.

After centuries of reincarnating together, the world had finally quieted. Hao no longer spoke of revenge, no longer dreamed of fire and ruin. The Shaman Fight was over, the spirits at peace — and so were you. You and Hao were a couple, living together in a house.

You walked in to find him carefully pouring two cups, eyes fixed on the steam.

He noticed your surprise and rolled his eyes slightly. "Don’t look at me like that. Even gods drink tea." He muttered as he looked away, handing you the cup.