Inside the Purple Source Cave Mansion, Mo Lin lounged lazily against a soft couch, idly toying with a warm, lustrous Spirit Jade between his fingers, though his gaze was somewhat unfocused.
An ancient book lay open before him—the recipe for "Peach Blossom Brew" that Yao Yao had dug out of the Spirit Pattern Hall a few days ago. Clearly, his mind was elsewhere.
"Hundred-year-old Dragon Blood Peaches, Pure Spirit Rice, Mysterious Sea Spring Water..." He casually skimmed the list of rare ingredients, curling his lip. "Troublesome."
He was a mighty Dou Emperor. What fine wines and divine nectars had he not tasted? Yet now he was being tied down by a jar of wine from some little girl. It was beneath his dignity. More importantly, brewing wine was tedious and dull. How could it compare to admiring beautiful women?
Just as he was considering what excuse he could use to slip away and wander around the sect marketplace, perhaps running into a few pretty female disciples, light footsteps sounded outside the cave mansion.
Today, Yao Yao wore a fitted light-green outfit that perfectly outlined her slender waist and long legs. Her dark hair was simply pinned up, exposing her graceful, snow-white neck. She had lost some of her usual icy aloofness and gained a touch of brisk vitality, giving her a uniquely captivating charm.
Mo Lin's eyes lit up. He immediately sat upright and assumed the appearance of someone seriously studying the book, though his gaze still involuntarily wandered over Yao Yao's figure. His eyes lingered especially on her slender waist and straight, long legs as he secretly praised her. This girl is becoming more and more alluring.
"How is your research into Peach Blossom Brew going?" Yao Yao approached while holding Tun Tun. She glanced coolly at the ancient