"What are you doing, Blessing Guest?"
Taoist Priestess Xuan Li's voice exploded behind Yang Xiao, and she was almost glued to his back. In that instant, Yang Xiao's mind went blank. He bit his tongue to force himself to calm down and turned his head in astonishment, "Priestess, what are you doing?"
"What were you just doing?" Taoist Priestess Xuan Li asked with a cold face, her complexion faintly turning green.
Yang Xiao raised his left hand, holding the cracked teacup lid in his palm, and spoke somewhat embarrassedly, "I... I accidentally dropped the lid, and I was picking it up."
Taoist Priestess Xuan Li stared at Yang Xiao for a few seconds before slowly shifting her gaze until she saw the teacup lid.
Su Tingting clenched her fists, not even daring to breathe out. She had seen Taoist Priestess Xuan Li abruptly stand up and walk behind Yang Xiao in just a few steps, at a speed that was frightening.