As if sensing Wang Xiao's hesitation, Lin Xiang chuckled and refilled his teacup. He casually placed it by the coffee table. "Mr. Wang, take this new mystic realm for example…"
When Wang Xiao looked over, Lin Xiang stretched out his finger and tapped the water gently. Then, he hissed as if he had been scalded.
"This tea is very hot. Ordinary people will definitely be scalded if they drink it, but can we deny the value of this tea because of this?"
Lin Xiang looked at Wang Xiao and picked up the teacup. He took a big sip from the edge of the cup and revealed a satisfied expression. "As long as you master the method to fight for it, you can taste the sweetness behind the danger. But if I give up directly—"
At this point, Lin Xiang suddenly let go of his finger. The teacup fell to the ground and shattered, and the tea inside splashed everywhere.
Although Lin Xiang didn't finish his sentence, his meaning was obvious.
