C55 Warning

The milky-white cup swayed in the air, and from time to time, a few drops of tea would spill out from it.

Ni Huibo's expression did not change. He stared at the cup with a serious expression.

However, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

It was very easy for him to pour the spiritual energy into the calligraphy, and he did not need to deliberately control it, but this cup was different