"Old Demon?"

As soon as Shi Cheng uttered these words, everyone except Shi Shengtian looked at him with odd expressions.

The term ’Evil Su’ was coined by Wei Ziyi, and others might mention it privately, yet Su Mo rarely minded.

After all, he was known for his tolerance and rarely criticized those around him.

However, at this occasion, openly calling Su Mo ’Old Demon’...

This... There are brave souls seeking death, but none quite like this.

Even Wei Ziyi gave a thumbs-up for his bravery!

Shi Cheng was stunned.

The sight of Shi Shengtian made him a bit emotional.

After all, being father and son, even with Shi Shengtian wearing a mask, Shi Cheng recognized him at once.

Recalling Su Mo’s earlier threat, wanting to see his father...

Back then, he had gritted his teeth and refused.

Who would have thought his father would show up unexpectedly?

Isn’t this willingly walking into a trap?

In desperation, words slipped out without thought.

And he sighed deeply in his heart... Oh, my fate is sealed!

Shi Shengtian looked puzzled:

"Old Demon? Where?"

Shi Cheng wished he could spit blood, this old man really knows how to bring up embarrassing topics!

He was thinking about a quick reply and getting him to oil the soles of his feet.

Su Mo chuckled and said:

"Yes, I’m also curious, Brother Shi, about the whereabouts of this Old Demon you mentioned?"

"This..."

Shi Cheng awkwardly chuckled, giving Shi Shengtian constant winks and gestures, almost making his features fly off.

Shi Shengtian felt puzzled.

Although he couldn’t fathom his son’s ailment, he sensed danger on this ship.

He nodded slightly:

"I didn’t expect Young Hero Su to look after my unworthy son.

"Today, my visit is indeed quite rude."

"Not at all, not at all."

Su Mo gently waved his hand:

"The name Nanhai Martial Elder echoes in my ears.

"I’ve long wished to meet the elder, but your son had reservations and wouldn’t take me along.

"Your arrival today is truly an honor.

"I happen to have some wine prepared, hoping the elder could taste it."

While speaking, he casually poured a cup of wine, then lightly tapped two fingers on the table.

Shi Shengtian was about to speak:

"No need, no need... Such courtesy is too much..."

As his voice fell, under Su Mo’s two fingers, the cup flew up, followed by a finger snap.

The sound hadn’t even started, yet the cup was already there.

Shi Shengtian’s eyes changed instantly.

The power of this finger snap, how formidable!

He immediately drew back with one hand, his footwork changing, retreating three steps with no trace, his hand movement like thunder.

The force brewed behind him, as if a large hand extended slowly as Shi Shengtian thrust out a single palm.

The piercing wind sound only then resounded.

Before Shi Shengtian, a cup spinning rapidly in mid-air appeared.

The speed was akin to lightning.

Yet, despite the rapid spin, not a drop of wine spilled.

Shi Shengtian’s gaze grew grave.

His hand movement gently receded, while the cup kept pressing forward.

Finally, Shi Shengtian stomped, and a loud bang followed.

Three inches before his palm, the cup soared with the footfall.

Next moment, Shi Shengtian turned and leapt skyward.

Grabbing the cup mid-air, he drank and laughed heartily:

"Good wine!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Sly one."

Dongfang Yu saw this and sneered softly.

Su Mo offering wine, the shattering cup, the spilled wine, it’s about skill inadequacy, not qualified to drink the wine.

If word spread, the title of Nanhai Martial Elder might get tarnished.

But Su Mo’s finger flick sent the cup flying, beyond ordinary handling.

Shi Shengtian, despite being extraordinary, faced difficulty with this move from Su Mo.

Despite exerting all his strength, he struggled to keep the wine in the cup unspilled.

His retreating hand movement initially aimed to dissolve the inner strength attached to the cup.

If he truly managed it easily, he wouldn’t have needed subsequent actions.

Without assurance, he leveraged force to send the cup skyward.

Even if a few drops spilled while he soared, nobody would notice.

This cleverness merits the word sly.

These thoughts occurred as the Nanhai Martial Elder landed on the deck and flicked his hand:

"Return this to you."

Su Mo glanced up, spotting the cup swiftly shifting positions, first in front then behind, seeming to fill the sky with cup shadows, even if stretched to catch, it was elusive.

He laughed, flicking his sleeve.

With a swoosh, the cup shadows vanished entirely.

Then, as his sleeve withdrew, jingling sounds rang out.

A cup spun ceaselessly on the table before Su Mo.

Shi Shengtian’s eyes narrowed, then clasped his fists:

"Impressive skills."

"The elder’s methods are extraordinary.

"This Finger Flicking Technique, since its great success, hasn’t failed until now."

Su Mo smiled: "But elder, traveling in Jianghu, things offered by others should not be easily consumed. A friend of mine fell victim this way."