"Boy, don't show off your little tricks in front of me!"
After hearing a faint cold snort from the top, Han Li felt the air around him suddenly solidify, and he couldn't even lift a finger.
"Who is this person? What kind of martial arts is this?"
Han Li's heart suddenly turned cold and cold sweat broke out.
If this person was the helper hired by Doctor Mo, then he would have no ability to resist at all.
Lu Tian curled his lips. Although Han Li had cultivated the Changchun Gong to the fifth level, he had not learned any skills or spells to use mana.
He could easily suppress him with a little trick.
As Lu Tiandu withdrew his magical power and felt able to move again,
Han Li quickly gathered his thoughts, his hands exposed to show composure, lowered his brows and bowed deeply in apology.
"Senior, please forgive me. It was my fault, Meng Wang!"
He raised his head and glanced at the white-clothed figure on the throne, then asked cautiously, "Senior, are you Doctor Mo's guest?"
This person was formidable, and at this moment, he wanted to know whether he was a friend or foe.
Doctor Mo had already bared his fangs at me, but hadn't he agreed to give me a year? Why couldn't he wait only six months later?
I had planned to go out and intensively cultivate the Seven Absolutes Hall's secret techniques for six months to strengthen my life-saving trump card, but now it seemed a little too late.
"Doctor Mo?"
Lu Tiandu chuckled teasingly, his expression faded. "Doctor Mo?"
Seeing Lu Tiandu's indifferent and superior demeanor on the throne, Han Li suddenly felt a sense of relief.
An idea struck him, and he quickly bowed deeply, saying,
"Senior, please save me!"
Watching Han Li bowing deeply, Lu Tiandu smiled faintly, "Go, make a pot of tea first."
He instructed the future Han Tianzun to bring water and make tea, which Lu Tiandu found quite amusing.
In just a quarter of an hour, Han Li, with his nimble hands, had already boiled the water and brewed the tea.
Respectfully placing the teacup from the tray before Lu Tiandu, Han Li bowed and said, "Senior, please have some tea."
Lu Tiandu looked at the respectful Han Li and smiled faintly, "You too, please have a cup!"
"Junior, I dare not!" Han Li said quickly, standing respectfully beside him with lowered brows.
Lu Tiandu said no more, extending his slender fingers to pick up the teacup and slowly sipping. Just as Han Li expected the senior to praise the tea, the distinguished figure frowned.
"Senior..." Han Li's attention suddenly perked up.
He was extremely wary of the unknown white-robed man. Although he had previously entertained the idea of drugging the tea, he hadn't dared to act on it, fearing that the drug might not only infect the man but also anger him and bring him to his death.
"Hmm, is the tea spoiled?" Lu Tiandu asked calmly, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Ah!" Han Li's eyes widened, bewildered.
This was the fine tea he had specially ordered for Doctor Mo's daily drink, but he had never much interest in such indulgences, so he had no idea it had changed.
"Never mind, I guess you don't have any good tea here!"
Lu Tiandu set down the tea bowl, his hand at his waist, and a carved jade jar appeared in his hand. He
gently opened the jar, and a faint tea fragrance instantly filled the air.
This spiritual tea was a gift from Junior Sister Chen for his daily use, but unfortunately, the spiritual water for brewing it hadn't been prepared yet.
Han Li was amazed by the sudden appearance of the jade jar and the refreshing aroma, and he kept glancing sideways.
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