Lin Taichu found a stone table in a corner and sat down. An attendant in a gray robe came forward and bowed as he asked, "Fellow Daoist, what would you like?"
"Do you have wine?" Lin Taichu asked. At that moment, his thoughts were in turmoil, and he only wanted to borrow wine to drown his worries and ease the knot in his heart.
The attendant shook his head. "In reply, Fellow Daoist, there is no wine within Chaotian Gate. However, our pavilion has Spirit Turbid Liquid. Its taste is unique, and it can help cultivators soothe their minds. Many fellow Daoists enjoy drinking it."
Hearing this, Lin Taichu did not ask further and said flatly, "Then bring me a pot."
The attendant acknowledged him and withdrew. A moment later, he brought over a pot of pale green liquid, placed it on the stone table, handed over a stone cup, then turned and left.
Lin Taichu lifted the wine pot and poured the Spirit Turbid Liquid into the cup. The liquid was clear and gave off a faint scent of grass and trees, yet it had not the slightest trace of wine fragrance.
He raised the stone cup and drained it in one gulp.
The Spirit Turbid Liquid was slightly cool as it entered his mouth. At first, there was nothing unusual, but moments later, a wave of scorching heat spread from his throat through his whole body. His head gradually grew heavy as well, yet it was not the dazed heaviness of drunkenness, but an inexplicable agitation, utterly different from the sorrow-drowning effect he had expected.
Lin Taichu's brows locked tight. He could not accept this feeling. It neither soothed him nor cleared his mind; instead, it only made the knot in his heart worse. He picked up the