"Their actions were quicker than we expected, that was unforeseen."
Thin lines of water trickle down, tendrils of smoke rise from the teacup, the aroma of tea permeates the air. The man pouring the tea lightly gathers his sleeves and pushes the teacup towards the person in front of him.
The man's complexion is yellowish, and his body is extremely thin, looking very unhealthy. He exudes a sense of impending death from head to toe.
Across a small table from him sits a man dressed in black. Despite being inside the warm room, he still wraps himself in his heavy black robe. His face, bearing the marks of time, is expressionless and gloomy.
"The Medicine Jars don't have time to consume humans..." The man in black takes a sip of tea first. Following this, he seems to be oblivious to the burning heat of the fresh brewed tea in his mouth and finishes it all in one gulp. He puts down the teacup and says, "It's estimated that the damage they can cause is limited."
