Silence filled the private room at Zuixian Pavilion, broken only by the gentle curling of tea steam.
Yan Luoluo tapped her fingertip lightly against the tabletop, and the celadon teacup filled itself, drifting across to Gu Qinghan. "Don't be so stiff. Have some tea first."
Gu Qinghan instinctively caught the cup, the warm, smooth porcelain helping to ease his tension slightly. The tea liquor was crystal-clear, reflecting his slightly furrowed brow. This mysterious senior spoke casually enough, yet the casual display of tearing open the void just moments ago was a feat likely beyond anyone else in the entire Xuantian Continent.
Chapter 135