People like Wang Wu rarely drank tea, nor had they ever seen how refined scholars and gentlemen brewed it.
Uchiha Shin did not feel much about it either. He generally would not waste time savoring tea.
The two of them were rather rough when it came to the tea ceremony, but drinking tea was about the mood.
"Mystic Spirit King, please." Wang Wu held out the teacup to Uchiha Shin, though his hand trembled slightly.
After taking it, Uchiha Shin sniffed it. The tea had a pleasant fragrance, carrying a natural air.
He blew on it, then raised the cup to drink.
But Wang Wu suddenly stretched out both hands and stopped Uchiha Shin.
"Brother Wang Wu, what are you doing?" Uchiha Shin asked in confusion.
Wang Wu stammered, unable to get the words out.
"This tea... this tea isn't very good. Better..."
After saying that, Wang Wu took the cup from Uchiha Shin's hand and drained it in one gulp.
Uchiha Shin showed no shock at Wang Wu's abrupt actions. Instead, he merely watched him calmly.
"Brother Wang Wu, why go to such lengths?" Uchiha Shin asked as he looked at him.
"Although this tea is poisoned, do you think something like this could hurt me? Even if I drank this cup, my life would not be in danger."
Wang Wu opened his mouth to speak, but upon hearing Uchiha Shin's words, shock filled his eyes.
"Mystic Spirit King, h-how did you know there was poison in the tea?" Wang Wu asked.
Uchiha Shin said, "Since you know I am the Mystic Spirit King, do you think I would fail to notice such poison?"
Wang Wu opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something more, but black blood had already begun flowing from his mouth. His body swayed, and