Even though Floating Cloud Monastery was gone, they should at least find a decent place, like a small grove by a lake, full of an immortal's elegance.
What did choosing a bar mean?
Fu Hua gestured for him to step behind the counter and handed the cocktail shaker to Zhao Bai.
"Begin."
"Begin what?"
Fu Hua fell silent. Her meaning was already very clear.
Mix drinks.
Zhao Bai felt that Fu Hua was messing with him.
But he still took the shaker. Fu Hua skillfully cradled Xuanyuan Sword in her arms and watched him take the next step.
The next customer arrived quickly.
She wanted a mojito.
Zhao Bai muttered to himself, but his hands did not stop moving. He searched the liquor shelf for light rum and poured it casually. The next instant, he steadied the bottle, leaving only a thin layer of rum at the bottom.
He took out some sugarcane and squeezed out cloudy sugarcane juice by hand. After filtering it several times, the juice became clear.
He added plenty of soda water.
Then he added lime juice and mint juice.
Zhao Bai shook the cocktail shaker. The silver-plated shaker gleamed beneath the lights, like swaying stars.
Fu Hua nodded in satisfaction.
Technique and intent advanced side by side. It was a rare state where action and intention emerged together.
He already had the foundation to learn sword forms.
She sincerely wanted to teach Zhao Bai the Taixu Sword Qi.
But Zhao Bai misunderstood.
He knew that smile all too well. He wore the same expression whenever he made Mei slice beef for free.
Fu Hua held Xuanyuan Sword in her arms, letting her sit on her lap while teasing her with a finger. As she did so, a rare maternal tenderness appeared in Fu Hua's eyes.