True chameleons (1)

Yang Qing's gaze drifted ever so subtly to Luo Suyun before moving to Han Lei, taking note of her reaction towards the former assassin. Earlier, even if she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the plum blossom tea Yang Qing had handed over to her, she was still trying to control the murderous tempest within her as evidenced by the slightly cracked teacup in her hand.

Yang Qing heaved a sigh of relief that he had chosen that particular tea set that had been made from mountain-heart clay. It was a sky-rank material that was well known for its sturdiness and its ability to preserve the state of something. 

A peak core formation expert could punch the cup and would not leave as much as a smudge on it, yet it had a few cracks on its handle which showed how much struggle Luo Suyun had been, but that struggle didn't seem to be there at the moment.