Even Ye Feng hadn't expected that the tea leaves, which had settled flat at the bottom of the cup likely because he'd slammed it down so hard, could be interpreted in such a way. Still, it was rather interesting. After all, he was a Cultivator, and the ultimate pursuit of a Cultivator was to attain immortality, achieve transcendence, and secure eternal freedom and absolute liberation.
Just as Ye Feng was marveling inwardly, Professor Trelawney let out another gasp, even tossing Harry's teacup directly onto the table.
"My dear child... My dear... You have... the Grim."
Chapter 142