Baili An nonchalantly handed over the new tea in his hand.
The Royal Hall that was filled with bloodlust just a moment ago suddenly changed its aura completely.
Gentle like the breeze of Ning Feng, he reached out to take the tea, his eyebrows still pressed with an inherent ominousness, yet inexplicably giving off a sense of solemn reverence.
Such a leisurely and spontaneous elegant affair as tea tasting, yet he bestowed upon it a sense of dignity.
Yin Baishuang watched from afar, clearly seeing Shen Tu sipping the tea in small sips, and the delicate little flower in the tea remained intact till he finished, not losing a single petal.
After finishing the tea, he couldn't bear to discard the cup, keeping it steadily in his hand, head lowered, listening intently to Baili An speaking softly, his brows pressed with utmost respect.
Seeing this scene, Yin Baishuang almost questioned the rumors about Shen Tu.
God of slaughter?
