C1288 This Time It Was Exposed

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ning Zhan's voice, tinged with surprise, came from behind.

Su Menglong paid no heed to his disciple's query. His right palm remained pressed against the tea table, his eyes shimmering with an icy glint, his expression ferocious—a stark contrast to the amiable, smiling elder he had been moments before.

"Master