In the depths of Heavenly Dao Mountain, under a thatched hut, there was a single tea table.
The Elder of Heavenly Dao kept company as a ghostly apparition, tea essence swirling around them, and both pairs of eyes, overthrowing the three thousand realms, stared at their own teacups.
Within the teacups, the tea oscillated.
It wasn't because their hands were unstable.
But rather, the tiny blood-red figure on the surface of the water was a bit lively.
"Do you see?" Chu Tiankuo lifted his clear eyes and asked the Elder of Heavenly Dao with a smile after the seventh trial had ended.
The Elder of Heavenly Dao's apparition shook his head, chuckling, "I haven't discerned anything."
"Oh?" Chu Tiankuo became interested, "Is there something in the world still capable of eluding you?"
The Elder of Heavenly Dao pondered for a moment and replied, "Aside from having a powerful being conceal him, there is another reason."
"What reason?"
"His ancestral bloodline is less than one-tenth."
