The aroma of the tea was elegant, penetrating the divine soul, indeed it was no ordinary product.
However, Shen Xuan paused his wrist, gently placed the teacup back on the table, and did not drink.
"Cold Mountain Snow Lotus, truly lives up to its name."
Shen Xuan's voice was peculiar.
"As long as Fellow Daoist Profound Ice likes it."
True Master Shou Yang's smile remained unchanged.
Shen Xuan sighed, raised his eyes to directly confront the other: "So? Fellow Daoist Shou Yang, are you afraid that you cannot control me, and intentionally added something to this tea?"
His perception was extremely sharp.
One sniff and he sensed something unusual.
True Master Shou Yang's smile suddenly froze, his eyes instantly sharpened.
