"It's just mountain spring water. What kind of taste could it have?" Wu Qiuyun looked at Mu Cheng in bewilderment and picked up the cup.
Mu Hanyan gave a slight start. She had watched as the cup Mu Cheng was holding was filled, and it looked exactly like the one she was drinking from. Even if Mu Cheng wanted to harm her, he surely wouldn't poison himself in the process.
Just as Wu Qiuyun was about to drink the water, Mu Hanyan waved her hand and swept the cup away. With a clanging sound, the cup fell to the ground, and the water scattered across the dirt.
"What happened?" Wu Qiuyun jumped in surprise and asked loudly.
Mu Cheng was also startled and, after snapping back to reality, hurried to pick up the cup. Unfortunately, the spring water had already seeped into the soil, leaving not a drop remaining.
"Brother Han Yan, what are you doing?" Mu Cheng asked, somewhat annoyed.
