C521 Sevencolored Lingzhi

Xiao Rongjuan's hand brushed against the table, sending the teacup crashing to the floor with a sharp clatter. Outside, those who had been waiting to leave paused at the sound.

Xiaotao noticed and, with a glance at the others, her face filled with concern as she hurried inside without anyone stopping her.

The room was filled with a warm mist, the air swirling gently