Chapter Fifty-One: Serving Tea

Chapter Fifty-One: Serving Tea

Su Mo has always worn the attire of the Ziyang Escort Agency.

The outfit is typically a tight-fitting suit with the words "Purple Sun" embroidered between the cuffs of both sleeves.

He didn't need to carry a flag when escorting the goods alone; the embroidery on his sleeves served as his identification.

At this moment, the oily-faced gentleman, Junzi Ruyu, noticed it and asked him about his background with a grin.

"I wouldn't dare."

Su Mo slightly waved his hand. "My ancestors had the fortune to join the Purple Sun Sect. After mastering their skills, they founded an escort agency."

"The Ziyang Escort Agency!?"

Junzi Ruyu's expression shifted slightly.

The monk stopped chanting, his eyes narrowing slightly, a glint of light flashing before closing again.

The woman, who had been idly playing with the lid of her teacup, looked at Su Mo with a hint of surprise upon hearing the name of the escort agency.

She smiled, but it was a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly.

She had observed everyone in the hall, and none of them seemed like ordinary people.

The two swordsmen were silent and motionless, like statues, yet their sword qi was latent, hinting at hidden power.

The reckless man surnamed Wang might seem impulsive, but in the martial world, judging someone by appearances could lead to grave mistakes.

As for the scholar... he appeared ordinary, yet there was something decidedly unusual about him.

The atmosphere in the hall was strange, yet this person slept soundly despite the environment. Either he was exceptionally skilled and fearless or truly naive... but those lacking sense would not survive long in the martial world.

If she had to say, the ones she found most enigmatic were the monk, the woman, and the oily-faced gentleman, Junzi Ruyu.

Unexpectedly, the mention of the Ziyang Escort Agency caused these three to show a change in expression.

Thinking this, she glanced at Su Mo, somewhat worried.

But after that glance, she relaxed.

Su Mo smiled calmly, exuding a composed demeanor.

Recalling his performance along the journey, she felt more reassured.

"It is indeed the Ziyang Escort Agency."

Su Mo smiled. "Have you heard of it, senior?"

"...I've heard a little, a little."

The oily-faced gentleman grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

Then the woman suddenly spoke up, "Boy, I know you."

"Oh?"

Su Mo seemed surprised and asked, "Senior knows me?"

"The Ziyang Escort Agency once had a great reputation. In the Eastern Wasteland, though not everyone knew its name, it was certainly well-known. Unfortunately... each generation is worse than the last, and by your time, it's become a laughingstock."

As she said this, her gaze fell on Su Mo, and she softly added, "Boy, I don't know how you got here, but take my advice: this place isn't for you. Leave early to avoid trouble."

Upon hearing this, almost everyone in the hall, except the monk, turned to look at her.

"Hmph... why can't I say this?"

The woman sneered, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

"You can say it, you can say it."

The oily-faced gentleman chuckled, flicked open his folding fan, and fanned himself lightly. "But without evidence, we can refute it too. We're here to visit Jade Willow Villa, and with Yuliu Jianxin present, how could this place become a scene of disaster?"

The woman narrowed her eyes at the oily-faced gentleman, then looked at Su Mo. "Boy, think about it."

With that, she fell silent.

In that instant, Su Mo realized that everyone in the hall, except the scholar, was uneasy.

If the woman had said one more word, chaos would have erupted.

Su Mo sensed this, and Yang Xiaoyun could not ignore it either. However, she remained calm, silently sitting and idly swirling the tea leaves in her cup.

Su Mo smiled and said, "Senior's kindness is appreciated. But I'm here to deliver a consignment to Lord Liu. Once that's done, I'll leave immediately."

"As you wish."

The woman closed her eyes, seemingly unwilling to say another word.

"A consignment?"

The oily-faced gentleman glanced at the box Su Mo carried. "Interesting... what is it? Can I see it?"

"I'm afraid not."

Su Mo gently shook his head.

"Very well, very well. We understand the rules of the escort business—never part with the goods, never show them to anyone."

Dog Youhu laughed heartily, lightly fanning himself with the folding fan and glanced at Su Mo. "Young brother, you must have come a long way. Let me offer you a cup of tea."

As these words fell, he suddenly flicked the fan, sending the cup of tea on the table beside him flying straight toward Su Mo.

To say it was an "offer," but where was any respect?

Yang Xiaoyun's eyes flashed, her hand pressed on the tabletop, ready to act, but Su Mo gently placed his hand on hers.

Her heart trembled; Su Mo's hand on her hand had no force.

Yet for some reason, despite her martial arts skills, she found herself unable to move.

A vague sensation coursed through her body, preventing her from exerting any strength.

Yang Xiaoyun was both shocked and angry, even more terrified: "Have I been poisoned without realizing it? If so, what about Xiao Mo?"

Lifting her head, she saw the cup of tea spinning as it approached Su Mo.

The teacup spun rapidly in mid-air, yet not a drop of tea spilled. Dog Youhu claimed to be a gentleman, but this display of martial prowess was indeed remarkable.

If Su Mo reached out to catch the cup, regardless of whether the inner force wrapped around it would injure him,

even if Su Mo had divine protection to ignore the inner force, the rapidly spinning tea would splash all over him upon stopping, humiliating him.

"Thank you, senior."

Su Mo laughed aloud, his fingers moving as he unleashed the Great Sun Scattering Palm, brushing the teacup lightly with a seemingly clumsy yet skillful touch.

His force was perfectly controlled, making the cup spin continuously before him, yet not spilling a single drop of tea.

He held it up with one hand, preventing it from falling, and said with a light smile:

"Though it is said that one should not refuse a gift from an elder, the rules of the martial world do not dictate that seniors should offer to juniors. Please forgive me for declining. Let me return the favor."

As Su Mo spoke, he extended his palm, facing the teacup from a distance.

His inner force was perfectly calibrated, and the teacup shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for Dog Youhu.

Its speed and power far exceeded Dog Youhu's expectations.

Terrified, how could he dare to catch it?

Ignoring any pretense of seniority or gentlemanly conduct, he threw the folding fan away.

With a loud slap, the fan collided with the teacup in mid-air, shattering it instantly.

Su Mo's action was too swift, catching Dog Youhu off guard. By the time the teacup shattered, it was too late. He dodged the fragments but couldn't avoid the full cup of tea that had been spinning for a while.

In an instant, he was drenched from head to toe.