Everyone fell silent. Among the sword cultivators who had come with them, some were from the Kunlun Sword Sect, but most of them came from Prison Wind.0

Upon hearing Li Changsheng’s words, their eyes instinctively shifted toward the tea cups.0

Everyone’s expressions turned odd.0

Was he really going to make Lu Qingshu drink that murky tea with sediment in it? 0

If Lu Qingshu truly drank that, his sword heart would likely shatter, and he would lose all hope of further advancing in cultivation.0

"What’s the meaning of this, Li Changsheng?" Lu Qingshu asked coldly, his gaze filled with frost.0

Li Changsheng did not speak. He merely glanced at Elder Xun’s arm. Lu Qingshu caught the hint and took a look. Immediately, a look of shock appeared on his face.0

It’s that spiritual treasure! But isn’t it supposed to be in Prison...0