Liu Jie remained expressionless.
Zheng Tianfu's cheek muscles bulged as he fixed his gaze on the teacup.
Liu Yi's spine relaxed as he leaned against the chair back, pulling at his sleeve, his eyes strangely devoid of killing intent.
No wonder it's not enough, that's not enough.
So, he didn't want to talk.
He didn't want to talk...
A dead silence fell over the cabin.
Branch-shaped lightning split the sky in half, silently illuminating the mountain pattern on the nanmu table, as the play of light moved across it.
Outside the eaves, a heavy downpour fell furiously, the raindrops so dense it seemed as though they shattered into a mist of water midair.
The bottom of the colorful bamboo cup spun and wobbled, picking up speed as if the raindrops were falling upon everyone's heart.
Light before sound, thunder rumbled across the sky, roaring continuously until it merged with the teacup vibrating at its peak frequency.
"Attack!"
Liu Yi bellowed.
