After they finished eating, Qing Ya handed each of them another cup of fruit juice.
"Oh? When did you come up with this?" Xuan Qing took a cup and drank from it.
Compared to wine brewed from spiritual fruit, the juice tasted even fresher and sweeter. However, unlike Spiritual Wine, it did little to improve one's cultivation.
"I discovered it! There were simply too many Spiritual Fruits on the island. I accidentally crushed some, and the juice that flowed out was so sweet and fragrant." Qing Ling lifted her chin proudly, as though claiming credit.
"Alright, alright. Our Qing Ling is the best!" Xuan Qing naturally did not hold back his praise.
The Ancestral Witches also tried a cup of fruit juice. It was as if they had discovered a New Continent, and each of them stared at Xuan Qing.
"Your Witch Clan does not need Spiritual Fruits for cultivation. You can make it yourselves; it does not require any special skill."
Over the years, the Witch Clan had expanded outward from Zhou Mountain and claimed vast territories. Those lands certainly contained no shortage of Spiritual Roots, so Xuan Qing had no idea what they were coveting.
"Dao Venerable, why can't our Witch Clan give birth to Primordial Spirits? Why must we feed on Turbid Qi? That Turbid Qi tastes terrible, nothing like this fruit juice."
Zhu Jiuyin raised the fruit juice in his hand and asked a question that had troubled the Witch Clan for countless years.
Xuan Qing looked at Zhu Jiuyin in surprise. The Witch Clan was not as dull-witted as he had thought. They were actually beginning to explore their own origins.
"The Witch Clan was born with a great mission. As for what that mission is, you must discover it yourselves. Do not envy the