You haven't been there... have you?
The Old Heavenly Master held the green porcelain cup with two fingers, his narrow eyes suddenly sweeping sideways to Zhao Douan, as if trying to spy on his true inner reaction from the subtle expressions on his face.
However, he was disappointed; Zhao Douan's face showed a student-like clarity and foolishness when faced with a sudden question.
As if there were two big words written across it:
Dumbstruck!
"What? Me?" Zhao Douan raised his right hand suspiciously, twisting his wrist and pointing his middle finger at himself: "Old Zhang, are you sure you're not teasing me?"
He retorted grumpily:
"I know you're jealous of my world-shaking talent, but there's no need to add some non-existent background. Speaking of which, why can't you guys get in? Is it dangerous there?"
Zhang Yan Yi scrutinized him for a moment, slowly withdrew his gaze, and disappointedly blew at the porcelain bowl:
