Beside the Nanwu Sword Sect...
The flying palanquin hung in the air.
One person, one palanquin, waiting silently.
Inside the palanquin, the young man leisurely stretched his body, letting every part of his body feel relaxed and joyful, occasionally grabbing the jug of fine wine beside him for a sip.
The wine jug was made entirely of Profound Jade, and the wine inside often exuded a faint cold mist, cold upon smelling, icy down the throat, yet once in the stomach, it transformed into a fierce blade churning through the five internal organs.
"My adoptive father was right; he drinks an ordinary tea, yet that tea isn't ordinary.
But when I drink it, it's just ordinary.
So... someone at my realm can only drink such a superior brew to truly appreciate its taste."
Song Yan chatted absentmindedly with Aunt Xi outside the palanquin while drinking.
Aunt Xi grinned and said, "There's still good wine out there. Let's find a chance to seize it."
