Discourse on the Mysteries of the Dao

"Sect Master Duanmu, you are too courteous!"

Shen Mo smiled faintly, reached out to take the teacup, and drained the tea brimming with terrifying Sword Qi in a single gulp.

Then, a glimmer flashed across his hand as he sent the empty cup back. His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, his bearing not the least bit inferior to that of the great sect leader before him. Hong Gu's eyes rippled as she watched.

Yet though the scene appeared calm and harmonious, beneath the surface, dark currents surged.

The moment Duanmu Yuan took the empty cup, his brow creased slightly. He held it in silence. As time trickled by, the seemingly empty teacup began to tremble, letting out continuous howls like the ringing of swords.

At the same time, the hand with which Duanmu Yuan held the cup began to quiver. In the end, shimmering streaks of Sword Qi even emerged from it, forcibly suppressing the disturbance within the teacup!

Bang!

The teacup suddenly exploded. Shards of jade porcelain, like tiny sharp swords, shredded the sphere of immortal light around Duanmu Yuan's hand before shooting in every direction.

Pfft!

Pfft, pfft!

The blade-like fragments flying toward Duanmu Yuan were blocked by the protective aura formed by his defensive immortal art, turning into even finer dust that drifted away.

Although this unexpected change did not harm Duanmu Yuan in the slightest, it prevented him from maintaining his earlier composure. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked as if he wanted to speak but could not.

At the sight, Hong Gu could not help laughing. Her already peerlessly enchanting beauty became even more dazzling, like a peony blooming in full splendor beneath the spring light...

Hong Gu's appearance made Duanmu Yuan's face darken, yet left him helpless as