The woman picked the steaming jade cup, cupping the warm base with one hand and supporting the side with the other in a respectful hold as her eyes narrowed over the transparent liquid. Was this even tea?
If not for the process she had witnessed and the savorous blend swirling into her nostrils, she'd have disqualified Adam. Instead, the cup trembled on its way to her lips, her fingers tightening as curiosity clawed at her. She had to taste this brew and shed light on this curious tea.
With a slow seep, the hot liquid moistened her lips and entered her mouth before she covered it, her eyes wide.
"MHHH?!"
The guardian moved with her muffled scream, yet she raised her palm and waved it urgently to stop it.
Then, she closed her eyes, the tint of sourness, the bitterness, and the comforting sweetness dancing in harmony on her taste buds. She'd give a ten out of ten every day for the taste. But the test was about the tea's effects on a cultivator.
