Tongtian nodded, having learned his lesson, and said no more. After whispering a few words, Feng Yanran quietly withdrew, her figure vanishing deep among the flowers.
Just then, Qing Niao flew gracefully over, a wine flask cradled in her hands. She elegantly poured each of them a cup. The amber liquor rippled gently in the cups, its fragrance wafting through the air.
Tongtian raised his cup and took a sip. The instant the wine touched his tongue, his eyes lit up. "As fierce as fire, pure as spring water, smoky as mist, and fragrant to the bone—the four flavors are all there! This wine is truly exquisite!"
On the table, spirit fruits were piled into a mountain. Immortal peaches glowed with rosy light, delicacies gleamed in profusion, and meat and vegetables complemented each other. Fragrance lingered endlessly, enough to stir anyone's appetite even ten li away.
"Gulp."
The sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear.
Su Yang glanced to the side and saw that every disciple Tongtian had brought had green eyes as they stared fixedly at the delicacies on the table, their drool almost dripping onto the ground.
He could not help chuckling.
Tongtian's old face flushed red as he said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for the trouble, Sage Su Yang."
"No matter." Su Yang waved his sleeve indifferently. "Qing Niao, go set another table for them as well."
"Yes." Qing Niao bowed and withdrew, moving briskly.
A moment later, another feast was laid out, and its fragrance exploded outward. The Upper Purity disciples were so excited that they nearly collapsed to their knees. They all kowtowed in unison to give thanks. Who had ever seen such a down-to-earth Saint? It was simply outrageous!
Putting aside the cheerful scene on Tongtian's side for now, Grand Pure Laozi rode a white cloud