"Sect Master Duanmu is too kind!"
Shen Mo smiled faintly, reached for the teacup, and drained the tea, which was infused with terrifying sword Qi, in a single gulp.
Then, a faint light flashed from his hand as he returned the empty cup; his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and water. His bearing was not in the least inferior to the sect master before him, drawing looks of admiration from Lady Scarlet.
However, though the scene appeared tranquil and harmonious, turbulent undercurrents surged beneath the surface.
The moment Duanmu Yuan received the empty cup, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding it stilled. As seconds ticked by, the seemingly empty teacup began to tremble, continuously emitting a whistling sound reminiscent of a sword's hum.
Simultaneously, Duanmu Yuan's hand holding the teacup also trembled slightly. Eventually, fine sword light continuously emerged from it, forcibly suppressing the teacup's strange movements!
BANG!
