Lu Qingshu's gaze was fixed intensely on the Daoist beggar, silently noting the Daoist's appearance. 0

At that moment, he suddenly felt goosebumps rise all over him, a chill surging from his feet to the top of his head.0

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and drank the cup of tea. He then looked toward Elder Xun and said, "I've drunk the tea. Is this to your satisfaction?"0

He believed this humiliation he had endured as a Loose Immortal was already more than enough to let the matter rest. There could be no further actions taken against him.0

"You didn't seem to have enjoyed it just now. What's the matter? Is the tea here not good? Have we wronged you?" Elder Xun said indifferently.0

Lu Qingshu's face tightened slightly, and he replied in a low voice, "That's not it. The tea here... is quite good."0

The crowd looked...0