C599 Shi Yu's Sword

Clang!

A sharp sword cry echoed through the ancient courtyard.

Lee Wuzhen gripped a withered branch and thrust it directly at the teacup resting on the low table.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the sturdy porcelain teacup was pierced cleanly through by the branch, leaving a small hole.

Yet the teacup remained firmly in place on the table, without the slightest movement