"Cluster."
A trace of luminous purple flame danced at the World Master's fingertips, the silver-white mask reflecting a layer of bright, warm light.
"I poured you some tea, didn't you drink it?" the World Master suddenly glanced at the table.
Su Ming'an glanced at the tea permeated with the fragrance of wisteria, "Is there any need to drink it?"
Who knew what the World Master added to the tea, they were meeting for the first time.
"This is my assured creation," the World Master said, "If you have the desire to cooperate with me, it would be best to drink this cup of tea. Of course, equality is mutual; you drink this cup of tea, and I will also show my sincerity."
Su Ming'an thought of Noel. In Qiongdi, when Noel disguised himself as the Saintess, he conveyed a lot of information through drinking tea. Did the World Master want to imitate that?
