Killing intent overflowed into the sky outside the Seven Blood Eyes.
In the Seven Blood Eyes' Seventh Peak, the solemnity was still there. The expressions of the various peak lords in the sky were calm.
Xu Qing heard the furious roar from outside the array formation. He didn't turn his head but continued to lower his head and raise the teacup in his hand high.
Old Master Seventh, who was sitting upright, also didn't look at the outside world. It was as though he didn't care about everything outside. The only thing he cared about was this disciple who was halfway through the apprenticeship ceremony.
He waved his hand; immediately, the teacup Xu Qing was holding high flew out and headed toward him. When it reached his hand, he didn't drink it but placed it on the table at the side.
This tea was called thought tea and wasn't for drinking.