Under Dongfang Yun's watchful gaze, Wang Xian somehow produced a jade box and slowly opened it...
Inside lay a crystalline divine flower. Who knew how many years it had endured, yet the drop of dew on its petals remained as fresh as ever.
Dongfang Yun shuddered all over but said nothing, merely staring fixedly at Wang Xian.
After a long silence, Wang Xian finally seemed to make up his mind. He gently plucked one flower and one leaf, then slowly closed the jade box and put it away.
He took out a small knife and carefully crushed the flower and leaf in a golden goblet, then stuffed it all into the purple-gold gourd, stoppered it, and gave it a light shake.
Wang Xian fell into thought. He muttered to himself, "The past is like mist, and like dew. How about calling it 'Spring Flowers and Autumn Dew'?"
Dongfang Yun paused, lowered his head to ponder for a moment, and muttered, "When will spring flowers and autumn moons end? How much morning dew has passed... Fine wine, fine name. Truly not bad. Let it be called Spring Flowers and Autumn Dew Wine."
Wang Xian took another sip and grinned. "I have a divine flower. With Senior's skillful hands, gathering the essence of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, and borrowing the radiance of sun and moon, we brewed this pot of immortal nectar, unique across the nine heavens and ten lands..."
As Dongfang Yun listened, he seemed to understand something. He stared blankly at Wang Xian without speaking for a long while, then silently drank three cups of Spring Flowers and Autumn Dew before abruptly coming to his senses.
Looking at Wang Xian, he warned, "In my excitement, I broke the rules... This wine must never be casually given to cultivators of