“Master, drink it.” Wang Lin’s expression was normal. With the Gravity Technique, the teacup that should have been on the ground slowly floated up and landed in front of Sun Dazhu. He sighed. Since Sun Dazhu was acting this way, then there seemed to be a problem with the tea.
It was unknown what Sun Dazhu’s expression was like, and after a while he suddenly frowned and said, “Wang Lin, it seems that you are misunderstand me. You think that there’s a problem with this tea? Fine, I’ll drink it!”