C55 Warning

The milky white cup wavered in midair, occasionally spilling a few drops of tea as it floated unsteadily.

Yang Xuan's face remained impassive as he fixated on the cup with a grave look.

Yet, unbeknownst to onlookers, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

For him, channeling Spiritual Force into calligraphy was a breeze, requiring no conscious effort. But the cup was a different story