I transmigrated into a wanted criminal in a magical world and was hauled onto the judgment platform.
Threatened with a fireball, I silently pulled out the tea set I always carried with me.
The moment boiling water poured into the teacup, the rising steam transformed into a barrier of blue lotuses.
The fireball hit the barrier and dissipated. The entire room fell silent.
The elderly dean shakily stood up. "Th-this is the long-lost Tea Spirit Art..."
Theme: Stream-of-consciousness imagination
