"Reading military books can ward off summer heat, leaving every aperture cool; reading fine poetry can also drive away the cold, making the whole body feel at ease. In such a time and scene, the three of us brothers must have a bowl of lotus root starch."
Cui Dongshan smiled and produced two bowls of chilled lotus root starch from his sleeve, handing them to Jiang Shangzhen and Feng Xuetao. Feng Xuetao thanked him, feeling that he could never keep up with Sect Master Cui's train of thought.
Cui Dongshan asked whether they wanted spoons. Jiang Shangzhen said no, held the bowl in one hand, and tipped back his head to eat the lotus root starch. Cui Dongshan conjured two more bowls, one in each hand, taking a bite from the left and a mouthful from the right.
One Ascension, two Immortals—this was what immortal bearing looked like.
On the Fish Scale Ferry shore, some Fairy Sisters who had come for Mi Yu's fame did not see him, but instead discovered that white-robed young man whose robes fluttered in the wind. An unexpected delight.
As Cui Dongshan waved and greeted them, he chatted with Jiang Shangzhen about the recent state of the lower sect. On the mountain, one could provoke anyone but never those Fairy Sisters who loved appraising people. It had nothing to do with cultivation level. As the old cook, a man of experience, had put it: so long as one maintained good relations with them, a sect's reputation could not be bad.
Qingping Sword Sect had already made contact with the Yuan clan's new Emperor of the Great Abyss Dynasty. The Yuan Dynasty, which had originally split into three, had finally returned to unity. Yuan Ying had ascended the throne, while Yuan Li and Yuan Mi had