The tea was still hot.
The rising steam, slowly ascending, draped the people by the tea table in a surreal, ethereal mist as if they were immortals.
"Excellent tea." Dao Xu picked up his cup, took a light sip, and slightly smiled in appreciation. "Managing to extract ninety percent of the essence of the Spiritual Tea is indeed worthy of the Divine Dynasty's..."
Clang!
Shen Feng casually tossed aside his teacup. The clear, crisp sound of shattering broke Dao Xu's polite introduction.
"So, the Crown Prince only excels in brewing tea," Shen Feng said without anger, his quiet laugh hanging in the air. "In your eyes, he doesn't even compare to a single hair on Xie Tian's head, does he?"
Dao Xu responded with a smile and nodded, "Xie Tian is Xie Tian, and you, Crown Prince, are not yet the Divine Emperor."
