eramic teacup from the table that he had just drunk tea from, and in front of Zhao Xuanji's eyes, slowly crushed the entire ceramic teacup into powder with a single hand.Smashing a cup is nothing, eve...ripping rain like a beaded curtain. His unremarkable face held eyes that were chillingly cold. "The one we've captured is you, the Right Minister of Rites," he stated."Don't get any ideas. On my way h...