Banquet

Back then, when the various divine venerables learned that the Cheng Tian Pearl had been stolen, they secretly turned the entire God Realm upside down searching for it.

This was, after all, a supreme treasure passed down through the ages in the God Realm, rumored to harbor a profound secret within.

For tens of millions of years, no one had ever unlocked it, and Ling Yun had no affinity with it, having only seen it in books. He had truly never laid eyes on the true appearance of the Cheng Tian Pearl.

The divine venerables had told Beibei that she could choose another, but Beibei had also pouted her lips, refusing it huffily and even tearing up the portrait.

The child was angry.

Ling Yun shook his head with a wry smile and hurriedly changed the subject when he saw Little Irene staring at those immortal brews and licking her lips, recalling once more that Little Irene loved drinking them most. A brilliant smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth.

"Little Irene, drink this." Ling Yun poured her a cup.

The little one, the moment she saw it was wine, pinched her nose and furrowed her brows slightly, "Not allowed to drink, stinky."

Ling Yun chuckled and muttered a few words in her ear, whereupon she stuck out her lips and let it go.

Little Irene was happy.

This wine smelled wonderful, so she downed it in a single gulp straight away, and even looked at Ling Yun with eager, upturned eyes.

"Old fellow, find the three medicinal ingredients on this list within tomorrow."

This tone was practically issuing an absolute command.

East Divine Venerable took one look and his face turned dark. This drink was getting a bit too expensive.

What kind of expressions were these?

Ling Yun