The scent of desserts filled the room, the wisteria swayed, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Sique's fingers tapped the tabletop, and the magpie-feather-decorated teapot floated automatically, slowly pouring black tea into the porcelain cup.
His gaze remained on the book in his hand, but Su Ming'an sensed that Sique's attention was no longer on the pages. He was waiting for Su Ming'an to ask questions.
"The first question." Su Ming'an pondered for a while.
He had many questions, such as what Sique had done in the past, why Sique disappeared, the essence of the Disciple Game... But he understood that, while he might seem to learn everything at this tea party, Sique was actually the master of this Q&A game. If he encountered a question he didn't want to answer, Sique could end the conversation at any time.
To keep Sique's interest, the first question had to be intriguing enough.
Su Ming'an cleared his throat and began:
