Chapter 762

Wilbur stuck a hand out to shake Emperor Tyler. Emperor Tyler grabbed Wilbur's hand, pulling him inside. Wilbur frowned but did not retaliate. They reached the living room, where Emperor Tyler invited Wilbur to sit down before he began brewing a pot of tea on the table. Zenith stood to the side with his head bowed as if he was about to fall asleep. Emperor Tyler seemed to be rather skilled at brewing tea, moving with grace and expertise as if he had been trained professionally. Not long after, he slid a cup of fragrant tea in front of Wilbur. "Try some, Mister Penn. It's brewed pretty well if I do say so myself." Emperor Tyler was in his thirties but spoke like he was a child waiting to be praised. Wilbur took a sip and nodded his head. "It is pretty great." The truth was that Wilbur knew nothing about tea and could hardly tell the difference between a good cup of tea and a bad one. Emperor Tyler chuckled, taking a sip out of his own cup as well before leaning back