The fragrant aroma of tea wafted through the air, refreshing the spirit.
It added a touch of ancient charm to Kael Miles's office.
Kael Miles glanced at the ID card Aurora Sinclair had placed on the desk and said flatly, "Dawn, in the Martial World, besides strength, you need one more thing to ensure no one dares to cross you in the future."
Aurora Sinclair put down her teacup and sat up straight. "Please, Grandmaster, enlighten me."
Kael Miles picked up his teacup and slowly poured its contents onto the desk. He watched as the tea flowed rapidly toward Aurora Sinclair, engulfing a stray drop of water that had accidentally fallen in front of her.
"Although you are strong, you are outnumbered. You're just like this drop of water on the desk—eventually, you'll be washed away by the tea..."
Kael Miles paused and pointed at Alvin Morgan. "This boy from the Morgan Family is very weak in terms of martial strength, yet no one in Veridia dares to provoke him. Why is that?"
