Blindness

Guan Jingyi's gaze was unfocused, and upon hearing Tan Qiuxu's tone, he could more or less imagine that Tan Qiuxu was pointing a finger at him, and his expression was extremely disappointed.

"Hehe …" "Alright, don't be impatient." As Guan Jingyi spoke, his two large hands precisely felt the handle of the teapot and then fished out a small teacup that was upside down. He picked up the teapot, and the tea from the teapot dripped into the small teacup without a drop of water leaking out.

Tan Qiuxu was dumbstruck. If it was just looking at Guan Jingyi's actions of pouring tea, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death. Guan Jingyi would not be able to see it right now.

This move was clearly more fluent than the actions of a person with good eyes.

"You … Why are you so powerful? How did you get this tea? Old Fourth, can you really not see it at all? "